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He turned to the teacher and quickly avoided eye contacts but Mr Freddy, had a smile on his face. "Oh, I see what's going on. Class, looks like we have a stole away." They look at him with shock in their eyes but he just maintained his gaze at Adam. "Explain." Melanie said. "He's been possessed by a notorious ghost." He said, confusion was plastered all over their face, even Jay didn't know about it so it was hard to believe. "And how come we don't see it." Jay asked, "That's because, he's very clever and knows a lot of tricks."

I grabbed her hand and pinned it above her head. “I'm in control here, Freckles, not you,” I whispered to her. I played around her pussy with my dick for a while. “Mm Rodrigo, please fuck me.” She pleaded. “You want me to fuck you?” She nodded while pouting. I stared into her doe eyes intently. “Say Daddy please.” “Daddy please fuck me.” “Yeah, that's right, you're that hungry for this dick, huh?” I pushed my dick slowly into her and she gasped. “Oh..ah,” she moaned as I started to thrust in her.

"That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone." "I am not going to someone else baby, stay assured." She said and pecked his cheeks as he started driving. Arthur let out a breath, his features softening slightly as she pecked his cheeks. His dominant nature was somewhat mollified by her reassurance, and the fact that she was willingly giving in to his possessive instincts only increased his feelings of satisfaction. "Good," he responded, his voice still tinged with possessiveness. "Because you're mine, and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it."

His obsession was real. Every terrifying, unhealthy part of it.

“Fucking bastard Nemo, he still hurt you even a little bit I will fucking kill him” “You know his name isn’t Nemo, its Thorne” I said. “What the fuck?” Romeo asked shocked. I told him everything, about how it was when Nemo first took me, about when he hit me, about Clarisse unlocking my gifts at the expense of her life. “So the kid, Freddy is her kid?” he asked and I nodded, “yeah but as on now he belongs to me” I said so possessively. I didn’t know where that came form but it felt right and even Val agreed with me

Humiliation burnt my skin, but I clenched my jaw and refused to make a sound as I looked up at him. He was already looking down at me with his elbows resting on his knees. A satisfied smirk was playing on his lips as if I were his possession, nothing more than an object. He reached for the table beside him and lifted another thick stack of cash. “Dance,” he said calmly. “Strip… and dance for me.”

“Ok, then how’s my personality?” “Uhm, let’s say you’re the definition of a witch or perhaps a wolf in sheep's clothing. You need something to match your attitude. Like grey color, deep red or even black.” He went on and on that Grace’s fist clenched unknowingly, she was so close to giving him a knock-out punch. The attendants burst out laughing at the man’s bravery. He just insulted his girlfriend by calling her a witch and a wolf. “My favorite color is blue,” Grace said with a deadly serious expression. “So it soothes my personality and soul, you punk!”

the old man screamed, clutching his eyes. Chaos erupted, and the women started freeing themselves, launching attacks against the men. Some men fled from the room, and Samantha followed suit, even though her hands were still tied. Samantha screamed as someone grabbed her hair. "Son of a bitch, where do you think you're going!" Ace angrily shouted, tightening his grip on her hair. At that moment, Samantha unexpectedly delivered a powerful kick. That caused the man to loosen his grip to her. "I-I'm sorry, really sorry," Samantha quickly apologized and made her escape.

"You should have seen his face the exact moment he saw you step out of my car. That smug bastard looked like he saw a ghost." I chuckled darkly. "A ghost who remembers. A ghost who’s coming to collect." Rodger. That name was bile in my throat. He had once been a vulture, circling at a distance, waiting for scraps. Now he had grown greedy, reckless, arrogant enough to think he could feast at my table while I was still alive. I turned my gaze to the blurred city outside the window. "You were right never to trust him. He hides cowardice behind confidence. He thinks betrayal is business."