"Shhh! Do not make a sound.. or I won't refrain myself to tie you up!" His grip on my wrist tightens.
I need to get my book from him, in which I wrote all of my erotic fantasies.
Fantasies that he is slowly turning real in his evil ways.
It's like...
Plot changed a little: Uptil now Emara has Black hair
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Emara Stone
My heart wildly bangs in my chest as I stare at the picture taken from my book and uploaded on Ryan's Instagram. I can feel something sharp crawling inside my throat. A scream! RYAN UPLOADED THOSE PICTURES!
My breaths come in gasps and I feel like I will blackout. I still can't believe he made my private thoughts public for everyone to read and laugh at it. Though the reality is right in front of me, I still can't believe the prince of Tomorrow Land would so heartless and cruel. I continue to stare at the paragraph that I had written for him from the bottom of my virginity.
'Whenever I see Ryan, my mind says he is smart, intelligent, a Greek god, who probably has hoes under his sleeves. But my heart argues he is beautiful, he should be kept in a museum as his hands are prettier than my face. And my vagina screams- Take it! Just take my virginity. Take me right now on the road. For fuck sake just take it.'
My eyes are not moving away from the picture as if they are glued to the screen permanently. The number of likes and comments on the post keeps on increasing the longer I look at it. My curiosity side scrolls down to read the comments.
