!!!Disclaimer!!!
This chapter contains mature themes, including psychological conditioning, captivity, and scenes involving implied non-consensual power dynamics. Reader discretion is strongly advised. The events depicted are fictional and intended for an adult audience (18+). Please note, while the chapter includes scenes of submissive training involving a silicone object, it is not intended to be erotic but rather to explore intense emotional and psychological conflict.
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๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต, obedient, quiet, shy girl. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ? ๐โ๐ฎ ๐ข ๐ท๐ฐ๐บ๐ฆ๐ถ๐ณ, ๐ข ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฆ๐ง, ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ. Viraj was the broken boy my father brought home. Traumatized. Dangerous. Untouchable. He was the kind of man women fall to their knees for. And held the power to ruin them forever. I shouldโve run. Instead, I watched. I listened. I learned himโฆhis scent, his darkness, his rage. I stole pieces of him like forbidden trophies, and I pleasured myself to the thought of his handsโฆ tightening around my throat. Now Iโm twenty-five. And heโs back. Older. Colder. No longer the quiet boy hidden under our stairsโฆbut the man who holds secrets darker than mine. And I still want him. Even if it means surrendering my innocence for his cruelty. Even if he punishes me for every filthy thought Iโve ever had. Because some desires are twisted. And some love stories are born from obsession, sin, and the darkest corners of the heart. ๐ซThis book is meant for 18+ readers๐ซ
My past haunts me still and the darkness is growing. I know it will take me soon. Everyday is a struggle without Anya. The hole she left is killing me slowly but I am living for my daughter. My daughter is my life. I am not the person I used to be. I am neither bad nor good, I am just a dad. And all I want is to be enough for my daughter.
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