"Tell me you are mine" the cold, sharp, merciless blade tried to force me into submission. Into HIS submission. I am not a dead thing that anyone can own.

 "I-I am yours". Green is supposed to be my favorite color but as I look into his green merciless eyes I feel nothing but fear.

 "Good girl. Now, we don't want your dear ones hurt, do we?"
      
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Where do you see yourself in three years? Two? One?

What gives you the certainty that there will be one at all?

In a world where most people dream and everything is normal, how would it feel to not know what normal is? 

  Life is never easy, and it won't ever be. It's harder when you have demons of your past and devils in your present to fight against. No one wants to lose, but how long can you keep yourself stable? Only the strong and brave survives the race. Is she strong and brave?

Triggers are present.

Submission To His Desires

I had never thought that such a day would come in my life when I would feel dreadful to attend the music class. It was what I used to look forward to after the droning lecturers and monotonous classes. But events from yesterday were still fresh in my mind, and I was still scared to face my teacher who was anything but normal. 


The hallway was completely quiet with all the students in their respective classes, while I still struggled to get into mine. The urge to flee was immense and I would have done that as well if only I wouldn't have to face the consequences that came after. Somehow I built up the courage to twist the doorknob and enter the room. 


CHAPTER : 18