Envy, trust, fabrication, deception, betrayal ... can love thrive with depraved intentions skulking at every corner?
Can a relationship survive the turmoil of a begrudged heart?
Will Axle locate his love? Will Eric and Shelly sail off into the sunse...
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Unknown POV
"You need to keep it in your fucking pants and leave her alone... at least for now."
"You said I could have her! It's been almost a month. I love our little cat and mouse game but I need my satisfaction."
"You need to calm the fuck down and wait. You tarnish her and our plan goes down with you."
"What the fuck is taking so long?"
"He needs to be at his absolute worst, in despair, for him to be willing to give up his money for her."
"I think he'll be willing to part with his funds now. He's been out of work for a while. Her absence has been weighing on him."
"Approaching him at this moment is inconvenient. He'll definitely turn me away right now."
"That's not my fucking problem. I did my part and she is my fucking payment. I've dreamed of having her for years. This is like a huge fucking cock tease... all tied up and waiting for me to just look at her."
"You've been doing more than looking. I've had to stop you a few times. I'm no longer feeling comfortable with this plan."
"Backing out now is not an option. We've already gone too far. She's been kidnapped. This is guaranteed jail time."
"Just give me a little more time. I'll think of something.
"Fuck!"
"Stop, just wait."
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Chloe's POV
Trigger warning ~ sexual assault
Two days later
The days have meshed together into one long, horrendous nightmare. Time is just a concept. It's tortuous. Day after day, he gropes me as he pleases, licking my body at random, undesired touching, feeling his calloused hands... UGH! My escape is necessary.
Tugging on my restraints, they bite at my bruised, torn flesh. I liberate an anguished whimper.
A click from the door jolts my body into hyper vigilant mode, prickles rampage over my skin, trepidation rolling in my veins. Eerie silence fills the room.
