"I never chose the life I had back then. Never asked for it but now all that I have, I have earned. Maybe not by the right means, but they are mine all the same. " His rough hands caressed my tear stained cheeks with such gentleness that it could easily fool me. It almost did.  I wanted to scoot away but the ropes tying my hands to the bedpost, tugged at my skin harshly. There was no escape.

"But even if I get everything in the world, there will always be one thing missing."

He didn't have to complete the sentence for me to know the answer.

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The darkness from her past had returned hand in hand with the taunting present. Rose was caged in the hands of the devil, and he was not ready to let go anytime sooner.

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Sequel to the submission series. (Submit #2)

Triggers and smut present.


Submitting

My heart pounded in my chest so loudly that I could almost hear it thump louder than the old floorboards underneath my feet. Cold and merciless as I stepped on them. It was funny or rather surprising how I was sweating so profusely even in this biting chill of the night. It’s definitely going to be much more cold outside, but that is far more bearable than being trapped in this house even for a second. 


I reached the stairs and stopped, trying to listen for the slightest bit of noise in the still air that would give me an indication of my failure at being stealthy. What if they are still awake? What if their sleep is too light that breaks at the slightest bit of commotion? What if all of this is somehow their plan to punish me for my earlier indiscipline? 


Broken