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I started to unwrap the bandages from my darling Sally. My heart was calm, steady. Sally might be covered in scars and horribly disfigured, but she was still my darling. Holly, who was next to me, gagged. Her voice was raw from crying all night. Her lips were cracked, and her eyes were sunken. I said to her in an eerily soothing voice, "It's okay. When the sun comes up, you'll be just like my Sally. Falling apart bit by bit, but with nothing you can do. But you can't leave either." I tied Holly's hands and feet to the iron fence with torn clothes and bandages.

It's like some thing bad happened to me and that in a second or so, the guy with me might try to force himself on me, some times I always even beg them to leave me alone. But with Cade every thing is different, I had gotten far with him only for that disturbing feeling to come back. For years I keep on wondering if I was raped or stuff, that is the only thing that can justify this feeling but I doubt it. Have always lived a sheltered life,I wouldn't have been raped by any one, my parents would have told me if some thing like that happened right. Just then the door opened and Tracy walked in with Gracie. "So you have been hiding here all day, common the crew have arrived, they came with all t

I buried my face in his chest, my hands gripping his shirt tightly as if he was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. “Stop thinking about him,” he murmured against my hair. I shook my head weakly. “I’m trying…” “Try harder.” His grip tightened slightly around me. “Because I will not share you,” he continued, his voice low, almost dangerous now. “Not with anyone. Not even with your memories.” A shiver ran down my spine. There it was. That side of him. Possessive. Unyielding. And yet… it didn’t scare me.

Travian’s mouth opened, closed, words trapped by the weight of truth. “I—Soren, listen—it wasn’t—” Travian began. “It wasn’t what?” Soren’s voice split, a brittle edge to it. “Wasn’t part of it? Or wasn’t enough to stop it? You—” He felt his knees wobble, the alley tilting under him. Trust, the thing that had held him steady in darker nights, collapsed inward. “No!” Travian’s shout came like a last-ditch prayer. He stepped forward despite his injuries, hands reaching, desperate to touch what he’d broken. “I didn’t want to! I was forced! You don’t understand—if I hadn’t gone, they would’ve—”

While his face remained calm, I could feel his burning frustration. He had never been slighted before---never been resisted. For whatever reason, I was the ultimate prize for him, a prize he had to win. That only strengthened me. I was not a prize to be won. I'm stubborn, hard-headed, and fiercely loyal Lola. "You can't break me, Tristan." I managed to utter his name, not a trace of longing or familiarity in my words. "What a waste of time this must be for you." Tristan's eyes flashed dangerously, his sly grin widening on his face. He looked like some kind of avenging angel--or demon. Beautifully fair haired, his porcelain skin appeared to glow under the moonlight.

If they get a fully modified one with super strengthen then the situation will be worst and I will be attacked from every corner of the world. I immediately chanted a spell a jumped on the robots head. It's raised his hands and tried to capture me but I refused to get down as I hugged his head more fiercely while unscrewing 'I just need to unscrew the important wore connection and it won't work again' I kept chanting to myself until I successfully unscrewed the head and threw it aside. The moment after I unscrewed it's head, it seems to have become very furious and started shaking desperately almost throwing me off but I still held him tightly with one hand even though the other hand has bee

and tried to catch my breath as I felt his grip on my jaw. But he didn't listen. Instead of following my order, he forcefully turned my head back to him. I struggled to break free from his grasp, but I couldn't. His hand held mine, and his strength was far greater than mine. He kissed me again, forcefully, as our faces met. I shook my head, hoping to make him stop. But he grabbed my jaw, again, and forced me to continue. Once again, I struggled to break free from his grip, but no matter what I did, I couldn't because one of his hands held mine tightly, preventing me from moving. The other hand was so strong that I couldn't even match its strength.

“C-Can you give me her?” I shake my head, wrap my hand around his cock, softly. If I cling too hard, he might snap. He might know it’s me. He moans through gritted teeth and looks away. His eyes shut, lips twitching. Tristan has many demons. From his childhood, his days in the church, his sister. All in one head. TanBear is a strong man. My man. He’s dripping in my hand now. Still muttering gibberish. I push him back on the sheets, part his thighs, and settle between his legs.

Her dad left a lot of money. "Not a chance." I replied. I convinced myself that my next move as part of the bigger picture, to convince Jericho and the others and avoid suspicions, but I knew all too well that this was me being petty. "Here she is. Your golden treasure.” Tracy hissed, roughly trying to break free of my hold. The bastard was safely held down by cuffs, all he could do was growl. I was being petty, but the satisfaction I felt made it all worth it.

Sassy little bitch didn’t hide away in fear. “Damn fucking straight.” He was giving her a hard look hoping she just understood that some things he would not let go. “Does it hurt to hear the truth? Just because you act like you and your brother are high and mighty does not make it so.” “No… It makes us high and mighty when we come up on top over and over again. When little bitches think to take us on and end up locked up in a room.” “Okay Tristan, do your worst. I’m here… Locked up. I’ll see how long you can keep this up.”