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“You little bitch!” He spat, repeating his previous declaration. His oily brown hair lay flat against his head, emphasizing his bulbous head. His eyes were bloodshot and tinged with yellow, he must have had been drinking all night again before setting all his anger out on mom. His white t-shirt was stained with brown, something I can only guess was from coffee. His yellow teeth were bared at me, and a grunt escaped them before he charged at me. The snarled grin and a heaving breath was my only…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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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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When I walked in, I didn’t know what I was truly expecting, but this was definitely not it. My mother, who I get my long white hair from and who was always there to shelter me from my sperm donor’s wrath, was gasping for breath on the floor in front of the staircase. She had her face directed away from the door, but I knew she wasn’t okay. Her hair was matted in blood, and her hand was clutching at the side I couldn’t see. Hoping it was just a head wound and not something even more serious I gently…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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Her hands let my hair go, and then she tried to push me away but didn’t put much strength into it, but I pulled away, panting nonetheless. “I can’t, " she said. Her face was still splotchy and tear-stained, but I couldn’t stop wanting her. Her eyes pleaded with me for something. “Pretend I’m him,” I whispered against her lips. “I can do that for you. Pretend I’m him.” I trailed my nose against her cheek before taking her earlobe in my mouth, tugging it slightly with my…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I hit the stone floor hard, a sharp crack reverberating through the empty cell as my shoulder collided with the jagged stone. The pain was distant, barely more than a whisper at the back of my mind. It was as if my body and I had made some unspoken agreement: I wouldn't feel, and it wouldn't bother me with the details. The guards didn't bother chaining me. There was no point. I hadn't fought back in days—maybe weeks. Time had blurred into a fog, impossible to track in the darkness. The cell was small,…
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11.4 K • Ongoing
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Laying next to Gideon as he slept hurt. I tried to imagine Nick as Gideon, and it worked for a while, but the way Gideon made me come had never ever happened to me before. It was too different, and I don’t know if I could do it again. Gideon took me apart in a way I wasn’t ready for. I wasn’t ready for him to practically shatter me and expose my rawness. I wasn’t ready for something new, and the way Gideon tried to possess me fucked with my head and flattered me. It was almost as if he wanted me,…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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“Come on, Silas. You know I will fail if you don’t let me copy.” Xavier said. He was flipping through the Spell Craft 103 text book, stuck on the essay they were having to write by Friday. “If you haven’t started by now, I doubt even with my answers you will pass,” Silas said softly as he scribbled away in his notebook. Xavier groaned and slammed his head on the desk making me laugh. “Why didn’t you start, man?” I asked. “Amelia fucking Davis.” Xavier smirked at me, “Need I…
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86.0 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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I was sprawled across the worn-out sofa in the common room, the glow of my phone casting a soft light on my face. The chatter around me was a familiar symphony, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter or the clink of mugs on the coffee table. It was one of those rare evenings where the weight of impending exams hadn't yet suffocated the air with tension. My fingers scrolled mindlessly through my feed, a stream of memes and magic theory debates, when a pair of names sliced through the noise,…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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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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