"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

A face only two inches away from me asked in a suspicious tone. I was on the ground, straddled by a body on top of me. 


"You think I will never know? Do you really think I am so naive? Tsk, tsk." 


Both of my hands were pinned by the hands of my captor, nails digging into my skin, bruising my abnormally pale skin. 


"Please get off me! Let me explain! This is not going to work if you are planning on pushing your face into my face because I am not into girls. Got it, Liz?" I couldn't stop laughing at Liza's possessiveness. She was like one of those pets that came running towards the door when they haven't seen their loved humans all day long. 


Liza got off me, but her suspicious eyes were still on me as she grumbled like a child and folded her arms on her chest. 


CHAPTER : 22