Madym

Life was already hard on Regina and when she assumed she finally found her happiness in Jason, fate arrived with another twist that changed her life forever.

Betrayed. Ruined. Kidnapped. Sold.

Regina is forced into a world of terror and darkness. Captive and alone, with no one to trust, no lover, no faith, and no future.
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Paul is the darkness and terror himself.
He is a man shrouded in mysteries and secrets thriving in darkness.
His monotonous life took a turn when his path crosses captivating and fascinating Regina.

Years after when he saw her again, she was no longer the Regina he had seen in that nightclub. She was broken, slave to someone, waiting to be bought in an auction.
Sold as a sex slave to Paul, Regina is bound to Paul with a contract. But every contract has an expiry date.

Will Paul be able to let go of Regina when the obligation in the contract is fulfilled, especially after she awakens some feelings that he never knew existed within him.? 
Will Regina forget her betrayal, her suffering, as she started falling in love with Paul?
Will she let go of her determination for revenge, just to stay with the man she calls Master?

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Cuffs and Collar

Paul sat in front of the fireplace in his study and watched the flames dance. They cracked and popped, sending sparks deep into the hearth. The countryside was covered in fog from the lingering winter.

His decanter of brandy sat beside her on the table, and he poured another glass, putting herself into a deeper stupor with every drink. The brandy was aged and fine, the best he had ever tasted. Each bottle cost a fortune, but he had refused to drink anything else.

That brandy was his only friend after Ema.

He stared at the paintings on the wall, the originals that were made just for him. They showed the lush countryside, the hills that led to the sun peering over the horizon. Houses made of cobblestones appeared in the distance, ancient as time itself.

The paintings used to make him happy. Now they were just making him feel miserable.

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