"𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠?"
"𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 ?"
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Is it really possible to fall in love with your kidnapper ?
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{ WARNING: This book will contain mature content, details of physical and mental abuse, crime scene, graphic details, strong lang...
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You were inside a fancy restaurant. Everything looks so luxurious, so posh in its white and golden setting. There was a giant chandelier above your head, sweet music of piano filled the room. You looked around. There were not many people, only a few sitting far away. Too far to see their faces clearly. Then you smell something. Something fancy, something delicious. There was something kept on your table, you were hungry. But where were you ? You needed to ask someone. But whom ? You looked around the huge hall and the only person at a reasonable distance was the man playing the piano. Should you ask him ?
"Hello sir. Where am I ?"
He didn't respond.
"Sir. Hello ?"
No response yet again.
You wanted to see his face. But it was so hard to focus your vision in something perticular. It was all blurry. You tried harder. It was getting a bit clear. His black hair, sharp jaw, thin lips, doe eyes, you have seen it somewhere. Do you know him ?
Was it ... him ?
" Are you ... ?"
You couldn't complete but you have got his attention. He turned towards you. He got up from his chair, he is walking towards you, he is standing in front of you.
Where am I ? You asked in your head.
He was leaning over you. His ears close to your lips. Waiting for you to ask these questions.
"Where am I ?" He couldn't hear.
"Where am I ?" He couldn't hear it still.
"Where am I ?" Yet he couldn't.
With every drop of energy in your veins, you asked again.
"Where am I ?" What felt like shouting for you, came out just like a whisper. The hallucination was finally broken. But he was still there.
"You are with me."
He told you softly. He slowly stepped back and stood up straight. His jet black hair were neatly brushed, his lips tainted dark shade of pink and his jawline sharper than a blade, everything was a pure work of art. He wore a wrap on blazer over a white satin shirt and a royal blue tie. And as if that wasn't just enough, he smelled like some devine forbidden forest.
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