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Forgiven Lust

“How do I know you didn't touch me then? You had the chance?" I retort another question. He walks toward me. His domineering aura veered off him. Making him look ten times larger. I take a step back, recoiling in my skin. He places both hands on my hip, and squeezes it lightly, bringing his face down to my right ear, "if I had touched you last night, trust me, you won't be walking right now; nor would you be prancing around with your skin unscathed," he breathes out, and nibbles light on my ear. He walks back to the kitchen and carries on with the dishes as if nothing happened. I look at him wide-eyed and clutch tightly at my shirt, well, his shirt. ———————————————————————— Twenty-one years old Deven has a life, but to her, it’s not a life at all. She drives herself into a world of desires; a world that shouldn’t be tampered with; but she has no choice. She wants to run away from it; shut herself from it; wash clean of it, but unfortunately, she has not where to run to, or so she thinks. Will she find someone to render her the freedom she wants, or will she be caged for the rest of her life?

Winifred_Onyemachi · Fantasy
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24 Chs

Preface.

Lust. Lust. Lust. When people think of this word, the one thing they picture is sex. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. Lust doesn't just drive sexual desires; it drives the desire for excess wealth; the desire for fame; the desire for attention; the desire for food; the desire for affection; and the desire for freedom, at least in my case it did.

Most of the things listed above may not sound harmful, and they are not, but it's what drives them that makes it something to be cautious of; because when you let the wrong emotion—lust—drive your passion for something, you will never enjoy the fulfillment of gaining that thing.

In this story, I'm a girl who learned that when trying to seek something precious, I should've built my world on the right philosophies or better yet, the right emotions, that'll make me a better person and see the world differently, instead, it cost me my freedom, now I say the words I always wished I'd never say "had I known."

But I found freedom through most rare being. He saved me, and I'm thankful. If you're in this situation, know that there is a way out; know that the haunting memories, and disturbing voices will fade away and never return.