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No longer a Morris now… My jaw clenched. And whose fault was that? Just like that I was once again reminded of the cruel truth. How could I live with immorally evil men? Who didn’t feel a needle of remorse for killing people? Just to exert their dominance upon me? My pulse was in hyperdrive, yet I couldn’t make myself move as he chuckled at my tense body against his. It intensified the urge to escape even more. I was helpless, just like I was two years ago.

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?

Ava's POV: I picked out a thick leather bound book from the shelf. Its black rough surface was covered with dust. Wiping it with my palm, I looked at the title. Senex Animarum. Once again, I felt the frustration gripping my insides. Every single book in this place was filled with a language I didn't know. I should've taken French this semester. But this language looked nowhere near French. I opened the book and looked at the worn out dust-filled pages. There were diagrams. And foreign words.

By the look in her eyes, he could see she had trouble swallowing the cliché. He sipped his beer again and then pointed at her with the tip of the bottle. "Nothing wrong with faith, but I prefer a less detailed version of morals." He settled the bottle between his legs, holding it with both hands. "Murder is not a very moral action except, say, in self-defense or to protect one's loved ones. Rape is immoral, but to me, sex isn't. It's the motive behind something that makes it right or wrong. Not necessarily the action. I don't like people trying to force me into their mold when what I'm doing isn't hurting them."

Daniel still had a hard time controlling his anger in their presence. While Greed was making introductions Daniel quickly made his way to the back of the room. He planned to just sit there the entire time. But just as Greed was starting the presentation. Daniel watched as Abigail drifted off to sleep. Greed was boring everybody with projections of community impact. Lust was almost asleep too. He sat quietly, biding his time until he heard the softest, faint snores come from her. He looked over to Ornais and smiled. This was his moment to see what nightmares he could produce to darken that bright white soul of hers. Ornais shook his head, he knew that this would end badly.

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The only connection that I had with life and my existence on earth was pain. I felt numb without the pain, felt nothingness, at least the pain made me feel like something, it made me feel a little, like other humans. Without the pain, I was totally detached from reality, totally removed from the realm where normal people lived. He took a copy of the book he had been reading and turned the back page to write something. It was a copy of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. A modernist novel that we were currently reading. His copy wasn’t brand new, it had dog pages, had been read over and over again. With some lines underlined.

“Yes, Ana. You screwed up everything! Now, you will come back to your dull, meaningless life, like nothing happened. Not to mention, you already said a big NO to Simon, if you didn't, you would at least a chance to work on your happiness. But now, there's no going back to that either!” Few more days passed, I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. I was still going to the swimming pool, but I set the alarm on 5 A.M. to avoid meeting people on the way as much as possible. When I did shopping, I always did it hurriedly, using a well prepared shopping list that made me pack items to the shopping basket without even looking around. After doing those constant, daily activities, all I did was to si

I apologize to anyone this might offend, but I just wanted to try something different. This book is not ideal for anyone with fragile moral sensibilities who might be easily triggered by the actions and decisions of the main characters. This is all strictly for entertainment. I do not condone nor do I excuse some of the actions of the characters. I’m merely writing to entertain my readers! You’re free to stop reading at any time you feel uncomfortable. I apologize in advance because it is not my desire to harm your sensibilities. Furthermore, I was meticulous in my research for this book, especially when it comes to BDSM but I am merely mortal. I take full accountability for any errors one m

MILO’S POV The penthouse was too damn quiet, the kind of silence that screamed trouble. I sprawled on the leather couch, one leg slung over the armrest, my fingers drumming a restless beat against the whiskey glass in my hand. My cock twitched at the memory of Jake’s tight ass last night, the way he’d moaned and bucked under me, his body yielding to every brutal thrust. But now? The place was a fucking graveyard. No Jake. No trace of him. My gut churned, a toxic mix of rage and something I refused to name—something that felt too much like fear.