1 Warning

The following story is intended for a mature audience only. This story will deal with toxic situations I am by no means condoning nor promoting. I wrote this story because I felt like it lol but honestly like it will deal and talk about things that are kinda taboo, and basically everyone in this story is proper crazy. In fact although I am considering it dark romance at the moment I will most likely change its category because I don't want to condone it as romance as a writer.

This is just a warning. If you're not grown, not comfortable with kidnapping, and trauma, that's understandable but please do not read this.

(It's fine personally I opt out of reading certain books if I feel like it might be a bit much for me too.)

That said, I truly hope you all enjoy this story for those of you going on this journey. I know the story start to finish, I'm quite happy about it, and excited to write it. It will run for about 35-40 chapters hopefully. But if you know me I be writing too damn much lol 😂 so maybe a little more than that.

That said, please Enjoy this excerpt down below!

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"I'll ask you again," she slid her hand over his stomach as she sat upright just the slightest, "are you ready to go back upstairs?"

Gently she rocked her hips again. But deeper this time.

This time, he whispered, "Fuck..." very softly. Then he lifted his hips into her, his gaze wandering over her wildly, "Yeah..."

"Yeah?"

"..." he nodded. "Yes... yes."

"Good boy." Neela smiled, she lent down and kissed his forehead. She whispered, "Such a good boy."

Dean fists his hands and turns his body slightly away. He hated how his entire being reacted to those words. The shiver that crawled, trembling down his spine. The delicate flutter in his stomach, the heat against his cheeks. His skin rose in goosebumps. All he could do was react to her. All he could do was thinking of fucking her. He could only wonder what she tasted like, what she would feel like with him deep inside of her. How soft she'd be as she clenched his length tightly. How wet she'd get for him.

How wet she was right now.

The light flickered for a moment. And Neela sat upright again. She gazed up at the ceiling. Dean gazed at the concrete. The both of them breathed ever so softly, the air around them was warm, and soft, and intimate. Like a tender touch, a nostalgic feel. A comfortable, familiar and sexual thing.

However, it was laced, like poison, by the black sorrow. Magnified by the perverse, the obsession, the madness.

However quiet, however still and dormant, the hungry thing pulsed steadily around them.

All Dean could think about, was what he would do to Neela if he had her in the way this desperately dark, and abused side of him wanted her...