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Her Minds Instinct

"It was wild to think that maybe I could be normal, wild to think that maybe I had left this dangerous lifestyle," I murmured, taking a shot as I turned around only to find the gun pointed to my head. "You should know by now, love. No one ever escapes..." he said. I once believed that I was his and he was mine but now look at him, a fool with no conscience. Or maybe I had lost mine... "You better aim right and not miss because if you don't... I will kill you myself." I whispered, taking a seat and watching him with a teasing smile. I knew for a fact that I would never miss. A young woman on the rise, living a life that most can only dream of. Having no one but her colleagues from childhood. Dreams can only fathom reality until a taste of desire and love changes the rise. Having been betrayed, broken, rejected, and lost. Unico finds her purity stained with blood but no regret. In cuffs but no denial. Being sentenced, to tell the truth, therapy may be the only redemption. Unico Thora hopes to find a balance between the past and the present as she figures out the lead to her downfall.

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Chapter Fifty-One: Past: Unseen: Saving Señorita

His lips were foreign on my mine, the butterflies that should've been the first to form had churned my stomach into vile sickness. He knew it and instead of pulling back and stopping it, he advanced, forcing his tongue into my mouth. His one hand trailing as if measuring my body gripped my hip and forced me to feel his hard-on.

All I could think of right now was that he wasn't Anthony and he had already stolen something I had kept to myself for years. I relaxed my hands and he let them go, I placed my hands on his chest, pushing him back. Pushing the illness away, needing air as if needing a vaccine.

"Stop. Please." I whispered as fear planted its seed in heart, which should've been enough but some man think that stop means more. Some think that words don't and stop are yes and more. It isn't always and in this case, it wasn't consent but his eyes told me something else. His eyes read greed, need, despite my fear.

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