✩ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ✩

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✩ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ✩

P L E A S E   D O    N O T   P O S T    H E R E .​

 

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will finish this later.

wip

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[reverie.]

 

r e v e r i e .    +    K o u r a   ​

G A R I N   ❝ r i n ❞   O R L A N             A U R E L I A   ❝ l i a ❞  B A N N I S T E R           J A Y L I N   ❝ j a y ❞   T A N N E R

❝ Stretching his hands above his head, he turned to her, slowly making his way to the bed. Casually he lay his hand on her thigh, his fingertips coarse against her skin. Despite being a learned man, Garin had strong arms. “Let’s see.” He trailed her hip bone with his fingers, studying the shape, trying to see if he could find the fracture. “Mmmhmh.. Mhm..” Aurelia could hear him murmuring to himself as he studied her side. "I see, I see." The physician never bothered to explain just what he saw. He kept touching the curve of her hip, trailing the muscles that ran beneath her smooth skin. "Doesn't look too bad," he lied without an ounce of remorse. Garin could tell that the poor young woman would likely have to rely on painkillers for the rest of her life. “Try to relax, Miss.” He was smiling as he turned to her, his fingers roaming over her bare hips, his touch light as feathers. “Mhmhmh… mhmh.. How does this feel?” he asked, slowly digging his fingers into her skin with all the intention to hurt her and to see her squirm. The sadistic physician quite enjoyed causing pain to his playthings. Aurelia just didn’t know what waited for her.​ ❝ She tried to relax, she really did, but her bladder was really testing her, and with his fingers brushing her hips, it was hard to make her muscles relax. If she had known he'd have to examine her, she would have taken the detour to empty her bladder before she came here. She studied his face while he studied her hip. He was a lot younger than Sir Verrel and quite handsome too. Almost as handsome as Sir Tanner. She quickly looked away when she felt her cheeks flush. Her gaze landed on the ceiling, but even though she had looked away, she could still feel everything. His touch was gentle, and it didn't hurt when he brushed his fingertips over her hip—until it did. Aurelia hadn't seen it coming. She had not been prepared. But even if she had been, she wouldn't be able to hide the excruciating pain that shot through her hip and down her leg and up her back. "Aaaahhghn!" The painful cry escaped her lips before she had a chance to stop it and she squirmed underneath his grip. Her small hands reached out to grab the one he held at her hip as if that would somehow decrease the pain. "That hurt... a little," she lied through gritted teeth. It hurt a lot. She squeezed her legs together, praying that he'd seen enough to give her a tincture so she could leave.​

 

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r e v e r i e .    +    F a t h e r  F i g u r e   ❝ Just… just lay still, Maisie… this won't take long, I promise. ❞​ ❝ And with those words the tenor of the day changed, though whether it was something wonderful or something terrible completely remained up to her. His fingers left her once more, empty and wishful, but she would not have to wait long to know what was about to happen. Matthew moved so that he could mount her, his larger body enveloping hers as he got onto the massage table with her. His hands came down to grip her ass, digging and massaging into her young flesh, spreading her cheeks so that he could brace the head of his cock against her backside. It would only take a thrust and he could start fucking her, only a slam of his hips and he could be completely inside of her, but just like he showed as always how good he was at anticipating her needs. His hips began to rock, slow little motions, and each movement let the head of his prick pop inside of her and back out. Just a slow grinding that continued to taunt her with the idea of being filled. ❝ She made an approving sound when he started massaging her butt again, his hands squeezing and spreading both of her cheeks. At first she thought he’d just wanted a better angle, but then she could feel the tip of his cock against her entrance and she knew that wasn’t the case. He was stretching her more and more with each little movement he made, forcing her hole to stay open for him, until— A loud gasp escaped her lips when his head finally popped inside of her, and her muscles clenched around him. ꜰᴜᴄᴋ. She hadn't expected it to feel so good. It was the perfect combination of a little bit of pain mixed with a lot of pleasure. Her body seemed to love it. Maisie barely had time to embrace the new sensation or get accustomed to it before he pulled out—only to push his head back in. Every time he pulled out, she could hardly wait for him to spread her again. To fill her. To feel that tiniest bit of pain right before his head would pop into place, leaving her body longing for more. Her breathing had become uneven and heavy, like her body was having a hard time adjusting and preparing for what it was experiencing. She could feel her ass stretching—wider than ever—every time he pushed his head just past her barrier. It sent a ripple of pleasure through her entire body that resulted in soft moans escaping her lips. Moans she didn't have the strength to muffle. But at this point, what was she trying to hide? She wanted this. He obviously wanted it, or he would have stopped. He should have stopped. Maisie should have stopped him before it had gotten this far. She knew it was wrong—they both knew—yet none of them seemed to think straight at the moment. None of them seemed to think at all.​

 

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r e v e r i e .    +    V e r s e  ​ ❝ It was a simple matter of grabbing her by her waist and lifting her to sit on the counter. He made sure to stand between her legs so she had to keep them parted. He looked down at her. She wouldn't have a lot of places to go. The sink was to their side but she wouldn't be able to reach it, and the cupboard was behind her, all closed up. He leaned down to place his palms on the edge of the counter and examined her face like he was deciding where to bite her, in the new, beastly air he was wearing. Had she gotten back enough confidence that she thought she could refuse him, even now? Her tits were calling to him to do awful things. He leaned in and angled his lips as though he was going to kiss her. "Take. Your. Top. Off," he said against them instead. He pulled back just a little to look into her eyes, so she'd see the light of a threat in his own. Dark pupils, like her fiancée´s but deeper. And the slight flare of his eyelashes suggested she tried to push back at him for it, if she wanted to know exactly what he was capable of, when he didn't get what he wanted from women with their breasts already out.​ ❝ "I said—" She leaned closer to him so her lips were only a hairsbreadth from his—mimicking his move from a few seconds ago—silently telling him she wasn't afraid of him. But the truth was, she was fucking terrified. And despite her next words, true fear sparkled in her green eyes like fireworks. "That's. Not. Going. To. Happen." She spelled the words out for him, just like he had to her, keeping her eyes locked on him the whole time. Her voice sounded harsh and determined, but she couldn't hide her uneven breaths or pounding heart. Madeline was not taking her sweater off for him. Not now. Not ever. She was not a fucking puppy—she did not take orders from him. Or anyone for that matter. And yet, Madeline knew that the darkness in his eyes—the raw power]in them—meant that he had changed in ways she couldn't begin to fathom. He was a devil in disguise and about to unleash his wrath on her. But she wasn't going to let him. A split second after the last word had escaped her lips she shoved him—or at least she tried to. As her palms pushed against his solid chest, it took her another split second to realize that he was rock solid. Which meant that she was stuck on that counter between him and the cupboards until he moved. Her hands shot up to cover her boobs as she hissed, "Get the fuck out of my house, Wei." Her tone was so venomous it would have killed him on the spot. She'd had enough of this game of let's see who has the most power now. It was him. He knew it. She knew it. But just because the tables had turned in his favor did not give him the right to demand things. He had to understand that it didn't work like that.​

 

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❝  The bottom line is a company's net income or the "bottom" figure on a company's income statement. Specifically, the bottom line is a company's income after all expenses have been deducted, yielding a net profit. ❞​ ●  ●  ●  ●​   ❝ Briefly, a deep breath would exhale from his lips and he would plant a palm onto the edge of his desk to raise himself up. When she was seated, that distinct difference in their size was so much more prominent. "Remain seated." Came the ice cold reply from his lips. A few steps around would have him pausing directly behind Abigail, his height ensuring that she would be staring straight at his belt when he came to a halt directly beside her all up until the sudden clench of his rugged, faintly haired hand would snap around her throat from behind. Curls of his fingertips swept along the outline of her neck, digging just deep enough that she could feel his fingertips right up against her, now, likely terrified pulse. Her tiny little neck in the grip of a man that large felt like he could break her throat in absolutely no time at all if he so much as added even a hint more of pressure.​   ❝ Abigail watched him rise to his feet and all of a sudden she felt tiny. He towered over her seated figure and for a moment she considered getting to her feet as well, but then she decided against it as soon as he opened his mouth. It sounded like a direct order, and since she had just signed that bloody contract, she figured it was best to do as she was told. She didn't move as he walked around his desk and stopped behind her. Her gaze was glued to his empty chair. Her pulse had skyrocketed as soon as he rose, but as soon as she felt his massive hand against her throat, her heart threatened to jump out of her rib cage. For the next few seconds, she forgot how to breathe. He didn't choke her, but he didn't have to. His fingers wrapped perfectly around her throat and she had a feeling that he could easily break her neck if applied even the slightest amount of pressure. Abigail remained frozen, her eyes filled with something she had never truly experienced. Fear. She tried to convince herself that he wouldn't be foolish enough to kill. Not now right after she had signed his contract. She had to remind herself to breathe. To stay calm. To not panic. It didn't help.​

 

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. K A T R I N A R A N D O M  S C E N E  I ' V E  B E E N  W O R K I N G  O N​

“Katrina.”   She froze.   “I beg your pardon?” She turned around and gave the man—a man she knew all too well—a puzzled look.   Dane saw right through her. His dark eyes looked her up and down to see if something else had changed during the past three months.   “Cut the crap, Rina. The dark hair doesn’t fool anybody.” He reached out to touch it, but she pushed his hand away.   “How did you find me?”   “Find you?” He shook his head in amusement. “Roan found you three days after you left. He’s given you a chance to return on your own.” A heavy sigh escaped his lips. ”But now patience has run out.” Dane’s smile faded as he ran a hand through his ruffled hair. "I’m sorry, Rina, but you need to come back.”   Katrina snorted. Now it was her turn to shake her head. “Let me guess. . . he was too busy to come fetch me himself?” She turned her back to him. “I’m never coming back, Dee. I’m sorry.”   After seven years she had finally made it out. It hadn’t been easy—it should have been impossible—but no one had come after her. For three months, she had been a free woman. Katrina assumed Roan had let her go. Obviously, he had not.   Dane put a hand on her shoulder, twisting her around, “You don’t get it.” He clenched his jaw. “Either you come willingly, or we both pay the price.”   Her stomach turned. Katrina knew exactly what that meant. It was just another way of saying they would both be punished.   She gritted her teeth. Roan knew how much she cared for Dane. He was the closest thing she had to a brother, and she’d hate to see him get hurt because of her. Her former boss had always known which buttons to push to make her submit. This wasn’t the first time he had threatened to hurt Dane. She knew it wouldn’t be the last. He knew she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if anything happened to Dane on her watch. And she hated him for being right—she couldn’t.   “That fucking bastard,” she hissed, not giving a damn about the heads turning in her direction.   “I promise I’ll do what I can to make him go easy on you, but you must come willingly.” Dane cupped her face, holding her gaze as his thumbs caressed her cheeks. “I’m begging you, Rina. Please come back.”​

 

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. ⌗  in my blood. ﹙ T H E  S C O R E ﹚ it isn't in my blood to surrender, i won't break, i'll remember who i am in the face of my fears    I T  I S N ' T  I N  M Y  B L O O D     i'm relentless, i don't quit, won't forget this, and my pain is what got me right here it isn't in my blood ⤹ ˚ ˖ ♬ ୭ ℓιѕтєη тσ тнє ѕσηg ♪ ˖

 

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what's left to do with these broken pieces on the floor? when all you want to do is disappear, it's hard to find TIME—not to mention, motivation—to write. all i want to do is SLEEP, but i don't want to go to sleep. i don't want to lie in bed, alone with my thoughts, feeling bad for all the things i didn't do. i want to be productive, but it's so fucking hard when you don't have the ENERGY or MOTIVATION to do anything. i want to get shit done, but i struggle to get my ass out of bed in the morning. i want to write, but i just can't force myself to do it. so instead, i P R O C R A S T I N A T E—i do nothing. nothing of value, at least. and as time goes by, it becomes more difficult to get back to it. to the story, to the right mindset, to the words i have to write. it's a BAD CYCLE—a curse. one i am trying to free myself from. . . but who knew it would be this hard? it's an  U P H I L L  B A T T L E. i know i am gonna make it to the top, but it will probably take a while. so all i ask for is patience. i know i am SLOW. my motivation is fickle. my energy is scarce. my muse is gone for days at a time. when the stars align and i can write, i will write what i am capable of. sometimes it's not the reply that i've been postponing the longest, but the reply that is FRESH IN MY MIND. this is just how my mind works. and if i am going to get through ALL my replies, this is how i need to work my way through them. it might not be fair, but at least the replies will be written and the STORIES will continue. so, to all my amazing partners, please don't feel bad if you see me replying to someone else before you—it only means i FINALLY found some motivation to write, which means that your reply shouldn't be that far away. THANK YOU so much for sticking out with me.​

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