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I can’t seem to stop myself from cocking one hip and dropping the other, arching my back slightly so he can memorize the pathways of my body. I’m thirty yards from the man but I can still feel his expert tongue working against my sex, can still hear the way he spoke to me. With such blunt ownership. But is he actually taking it? Or is he pushing me away? The latter is what I deduced based on the way he left my room earlier. Now, though? The hungry way he’s watching me tells a very different story. “Vegas” by Doja Cat starts to play over the bar speakers. “Ooooh,” Sasha is saying. “I love this song. We need to dance!”

My doom! *****

Garret eyes fall on it, a smile making its way to his lips. “It’s special but take it easy, huh? It’s pretty strong.” He says again, quirking an eyebrow up. “Yeah, I’ll be fine, Garret.” I tell the man, he stares at me for a second before nodding, going on to attend to his other business. I found myself humming to the song currently playing. Woman by Doja cat. I was so hooked to every song in planet her and I’ve heard this particular song about a hundred times, I know very of the lyrics.

Alora I think it’s been days, but I really don’t know. They come in here every once in a while and shoot me with some kind of tranquilizer dart. Then while I’m out they undo this fucking thing around my head. Then I get a chance to eat and drink, but then, another dart and another chance for them to put it back on. That bastard from before keeps coming in here. They have me chained and gagged, and then he wrestles me down with the help of his bastard buddies. Then they take turns raping me. Somehow I always heal from what they are doing.

I placed the speaker at the center, crowds filled the front of the cart up and I'm sure they'll calm down in a bit. I dip inside my pocket and brought out my phone, connected it to the speaker, and got stuck while choosing the song to play. Say so by Doja Cat or Savage Love by Derulo? Gosh, I'm so stuck because I love these two songs equally but if I should think in the people plight. Playing say so will get them more scattered but Savage Love has the kind of soothing tone. I pressed on the play and walked to the front… "Can I have your attention please?" They might not even answer me.

Marga POV "No way!" Chloe voice boom inside our dorm. For sure her voice can be heard the other room. This girl have high pitched voice that sometimes I told her to audition in orchestra. "C'mon you look pretty in this!" I said as I tried to convince her. She let out a big groan indicating she's not up for it. Which she is wrong because I am super stubborn and persuasive. "I told you I am not going to wear that. My clothes are all ok. It's very comfortable and I already used to it!" She said and I can't help but rolled my eyes on her.

By Doja Kat. ***“Can you kiss me more? We’re so young, boy. We ain’t got nothin’ to lose, oh,oh. Its just principle, Baby, hold me ‘cause I like the way you grove, oh, oh, oh.”*** The voice was vaguely familiar, one that Drake had heard quite often when he went out with Sampson and Madeline, during drunk Karaoke. But no, it couldn’t be, could it? His mother would never dream of doing something so scandalous.

Her actions had put her in this situation, and she was afraid that she might unintentionally harm me if she continued to do things her way. "You seem really down today, huh?" I said, giving her cheeks a playful pinch to try to cheer her up. "Let me tell you something." As she looked at me expectantly, I continued, "Imagine you have a pair of well-branded sneakers that you've worn for a long time. It seems that the left pair starts to show more wear and tear than the right. It's always tripping you up and getting dirtier faster. Meanwhile, the right pair remains in good condition. One day, while walking down the street, you notice that the left shoe is critically damaged. It's still holding t

I produced the dissolution agreement I had prepared in advance and said evenly, "Sign it, Darian." Darian stared at me, enunciating every word. "Don't come crying to me later, Grace." He grabbed the pen and signed his name in a swift stroke. A mocking smile spread across his face. "Don't forget — we're fated mates. Without me, do you really think you could ever love anyone else?" "Don't come crawling back begging me to take you." I didn't even bother to look at him. I tucked the agreement away and headed for the stairs.

“Okay. My favorite color is blue. I like waist chains and anklets—” “I know,” Trevor interrupted calmly. Claudia blinked. “Really?” Trevor didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned back slightly, his voice suddenly shifting into something precise. “You like Doja Cat. Your favorite food is fried chicken sandwich and macaroni cheese. You like chocolate waffles. You hate rainy days because of thunderstorms. You dislike bullying. You hate weakness. And you like Tom Ford perfume.” He paused slightly. “Should I continue?” Silence. Claudia stared at him, completely stunned.