"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

Time, place, and memories. Even I was one of the victims to such a cold and immobile state, but he was not. I never thought that a simple curve of lips could be so mentally lethal and yet as always I was proved wrong. The huge melody of defeat orchestrated in the still air as he kept on looking at me with his eyes, as green as the demon he himself was. He was waiting for me to make some move, to run or scream at him but only one word made its way out of my lips. 


He wasn't taken aback by my question, but he wasn't prepared either. 


"Why what? Why the world revolves around the sun? Why do we think that there is a heaven or hell waiting for us after our death? Why everything beautiful has to end? Why what... Roza?" His unfaltering steps were prowling towards me. Ready to pounce on the injured prey. 


"Stop." I matched his actions and took every step back as he made progress towards me. 


CHAPTER : 40