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Ironically, he prefers when I tug hard enough while he forces his kiss on me. He thinks I'm his doll now. I walk when he says to. Talk when he says to. Smile when he says to. He thinks he has full control. I am supposed to obey him. My opinions do not matter—he's made that clear. Apparently, he's my one true love; he claims I belong to him. I've never belonged to anyone. I'm no man's property. I don't think he's realised that.

“Serena, you really are my fated tribulation. Just one look from your big eyes, and I can’t lie to you anymore.” “I haven’t even asked anything yet…” “No need to ask.” He raised his hands in surrender. “I confess everything!” Serena chuckled. “Why does it sound like I’m some tyrannical landlord, always oppressing you?” “No, no! If we’re really comparing, I’m the rich landlord, right? I’ve got the money! But no matter who I am, I’m happy to be oppressed by you!” “Who wants to oppress you?!” Serena pretended to be angry, folding her arms and turning away.

Part Three: The Shift Her POV I told myself it was just an experiment. A controlled lesson in power, obedience, restraint. But control is a dangerous illusion, and tonight, I feel it slipping through my fingers like silk soaked in sweat. He’s already here when I step into the room—bare, kneeling, quiet. He always obeys now. Not because he’s weak. Because he’s starving. He doesn’t look up. He never does until I let him. But tonight, I want to see those eyes.

Oliver How could he, how could he do this to me? I was the only one who helped him and he repaid me in such a bad and cruel way, by kidnapping and torturing my mate. Fine. If he wants to play dirty, then we shall play his way. The face did not stop my warriors from dragging him where he truly belongs. He did not fight back, which confused me a little bit, but that can be dealt with later, I will make him tell me all his intentions, plans, and even secrets. We are going to have so much time paying him back for everything that he put my mate, my love, through. Now I have to take care of her and help her. She is my baby girl she is my soul. As soon as they got him out of the room we were in, I

I whispered sweetly, “I’ll be more than willing to give you a front row seat to watch Cora and I hold hands and kiss just before you’re executed.” His breathing has gotten heavier and ragged, so inconsistent that I thought he was finding it hard to breath because of his jealousy. “I’d have suggested that you watch us fuck, but I’m not a crude animal like you, so I’ll never subject her to that kind of treatment just to show off,” I pulled the iron away from his chest since the pain was now inconsequential to him. I looked at the scars on his chest and arm where the flesh was almost burnt off. A smile covered my lips before I could even stop it. The mighty man that no one thought could ever be

The pain is written all over his face, his eyes wide with terror. I don’t move to help him. Instead, I calmly take out a cigar from my pocket, place it between my lips, and light it with the lighter I always carry. The flame flickers for a moment before catching, and I take a slow, deliberate puff. The smoke curls up into the air, mixing with the acrid smell of the acid and Sebastian’s burning flesh. I watch him suffer, each puff of my cigar a reminder of who is in control here. His screams grow weaker, his movements slower, but I don’t look away. This is his punishment. He has made his choice when he decided to hurt Emily.

Born By Power Book 1 Chaos And Apocalypse Chapter 1 I thought I was living the life which seemed like a blessed crumb to a hungry bird, I thought I had it all, even though I had no father--I was grateful for all, until my mom died. Now it feels like I have nothing. At this moment if I am being told that Life behold no meaning, I'd comply and agree with the statement.

I screamed and begged them to move away from me but then suddenly one man slammed his lips on me forcing me to swallow back my cries while two started sucking on my neck like a vampire, just then my b**bs were grabbed in a harsh grip. I gasped, trying to make a sound but that man has skillfully covered my mouth with his, The tears of pain and helplessness fell from my eyes and I closed my eyes feeling defeated, I felt like I was thrown into a jungle of beasts by not a stranger but Oliver, the person whom I thought I had loved the most turned out to be a devil and the worst person. I sobbed silently because except for doing this I have no power to do anything else.

Chapter 1 Writer's POV Loud howls were heard, excruciating howls but they were suppressed. They ran for safety, they were powerless against their oppressors, all they wanted was to live peacefully but peace was something the oppressors were not willing to give to them. "Get them all!" A loud voice echoed and the howls increased, the cries increased. "Please... Please don't take her away! She's still young!" A woman pleaded with them but the stoic man before her had a stern face on, a face that showed no expression, no emotions.

The quiet in my throat was hard, sharp, and stripped of all sentiment—a cold piece of steel left sitting at the bottom of a frozen well. I picked up a piece of sharp iron scrap Yusuf had dropped—cold, heavy, and jagged—and dragged it across the smooth face of a slate block, carving Chapter 179 into the hard stone: They do not need to break your spirit with a hammer when they can wear it down with a scale. They count the cost of your conviction down to the last grain of flour, the last wool coat, and the last clean cup of water, until the hero's path looks like nothing more than a slow suicide for everyone you love. Chapter 179 is the raw, bitter core of the grind: knowing that the system doe