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The morning light that filtered through the basement window was a dull gray, a color that seemed to seep into my bones and leach away what little warmth I had left. Owen had uncuffed us before the break of dawn, his movements as silent as the shadows that danced across the walls. He left without a word, the sound of the lock sliding into place a cruel reminder of my confinement. I lay there on the deflating air mattress, my body aching from the night spent shackled to him. The imprint of his…
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10.9 K • Ongoing
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There was something about putting your hair up in a high bun, wearing a lab coat, and having a smartwatch decorating your wrist that made you feel so professional and like you could accomplish everything on your to-do list. However, the screaming behind me was getting on my nerves. I was honestly surprised he hadn’t lost his voice by now. After another thirty seconds of uninterrupted screaming, I slammed my hands on my desk and screamed back as loud as I could. He immediately fell…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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The rhythmic tapping of my fingers against the keyboard was the only sound in my office nook. Working had always been my happy place, a way to assert my independence and carve out a piece of the world that was mine alone. But as the days passed, my focus began to waver, the familiar throb of heat spikes heralding the approach of my heat. I was deep into debugging a particularly stubborn piece of code—the missing semicolon taunting me from its hidden depths—when the spike hit with the force of a…
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77.2 K • Completed
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Nick Cortez has been my best friend since I was young. He was there for me before school even began, teaching me what I was and providing me with everything I could ever need. My parents weren’t well off, but Nick, being from an old money family, was always willing to take care of me. Nick presented three years ago as an alpha, which made sense because he liked to mother me regardless of whether he even knew my secondary gender. The thing about Nick is that I was helplessly and completely in love with…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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As awareness flooded me, I became aware of the hard and salty taste filling my mouth. The twitch against my tongue startled me, prompting me to try and move my head from side to side, fighting against my heavy eyelids, only to find my mobility was severely limited. My room came into view, but from an unusual upside-down angle, my attention was immediately drawn to the pair of legs that occupied the space right in front of me. My hands were trapped, secured tightly to the base of my bed’s legs, preventing…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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As I trudged along the path back to Scarlet's house, it felt like the weight of the entire world pressed down on my chest, each step heavier than the last. The brittle warmth of the fading sun offered no comfort, only casting long, ominous shadows across the ground. The air, thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, warned of the encroaching fall, but the breeze that rustled the branches above felt unnatural—like something darker stirring in the distance. The world seemed to…
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7.1 K • Ongoing
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The ground beneath my feet turned traitor, a slick deceit that sent me sprawling. I went down hard, the breath knocked from my lungs, the taste of copper filling my mouth. My palms scraped against the unyielding stone path, the pain a sharp reminder of my clumsiness—or rather, the enchantment that seemed to have claimed me as its puppet. I pushed myself up, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and fury, only to slip again, my feet sliding out from under me as if greased. I couldn't help but…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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As soon as the front door slammed and a car roared to life, I desperately attempted to pull my hand out of the restraints, but my efforts were in vain. I followed the chain and groaned when I realized he attached it to the bar in my headboard, so the only way to get out of the cuffs was by breaking my thumb, breaking the headboard, sawing through the chain, or with the damn key. What a clever fucker! Throwing my head back as hard as I could in frustration, I had to blow a piece of hair that settled…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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The silence of the basement wasn't comforting anymore. It was a heavy, crushing thing that wrapped around me like an iron shroud. It wasn’t the kind of silence that offered peace or rest—it was oppressive, alive, mocking me with its weight. It was as if the silence itself was laughing at me, at the pitiful state of what my life had become. The quiet only reminded me of how utterly alone I was, of how everything had been stripped away until there was nothing left but this still, suffocating void. I…
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10.9 K • Ongoing
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Her hands were moist against my skin as she scratched her skin, tiny bits of flesh hanging off like peeling bark. I couldn’t help but smile despite my heart sinking. She was giving me her blood as if it was payment for my affection, a potion of her essence. From this moment forward, no one else’s would suffice. So, I knelt down and opened wide, drinking in her red offering, intoxicating my parched veins with liquid poison. Her taste was familiar and foreign at the same time. Warm, sweet, and salty…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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