tabbing you, not gui

er’s

skin on my soft hands was a reminder of his masculinity. In this moment when the image of his stray tear is splitting me apart into several scarred smithereens, I’d rather have him assault me and make me feel the pain he’s endured with my betrayal. Not

finger on my lips; I peered i

extra clothing. “I love you so much, Jenifer,” he pecked my mouth and I moaned in guilty pleasure as the wound of traumatizing him begun to replace in this wilderness o

g my earlobe and I clung to him for my dear life as he

x…he’s perfect…Jesus! He’s so flawless, his legs mingled with mine beneath the aromatic water bubbles. This is torture…sheer manipulation of his manly curves on me, as he tickled, pecked, to

liged, intimidated by my nakedness in-front of the man I woul

one. He bit so hard, as if he aimed to tear it out of my chest leaving me breast-less. “You deserve Emmy Awards in all the categorie

on his face. “Does it hurt or not?”

and nostrils. I struggled to breathe. I tried to shove him aside, but he’s heavier. My screams have died in

not the time for t

y legs and the tub. I’m soaking into his remnants of bloody mess…he’s drifting away…no stop…I reached out to him in a hope of saving him, but he’s going…far away from me. He’s at the end of the tub ready to step out, he turns around, a disgusted expression pasted

y out from the corner of my mouth. “Sa…ve…me…,” I pleaded, and he laughed m

s…infinite…

ed. What felt like an after storm, I was pulled out to life again by Natasha who slapped hard on my cheek

on culminated from my fear of confronting my family and Alex with the truth of my real character. If someone called me a

om-Dad's expressionless faces. I have no trace of innocence of the daughter they kne

how they succeeded

or your mom are accompanying her,” Dad instructed and pointing his finger at me a

ing me a look which evidently stated, she's in no mood for

to obtain any forgiveness but she can grant me mercy to apologize to her best friend once. She helped me up from the floor and we both came out in my room. Afte

our ways," she sta

ed, I revealed,

e to never step out of the house from hence onwards. I expected no royal treatment but worse than how a vixen might be assumed or judged fo

's claw might carve less creepy scars as my nails managed to make on my white pure skin. It’s been claimed by none but one. With this step, I start the redemption cycle; the one which threatens my su