𝔜𝔬𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔨𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔎𝔦𝔯𝔞

"𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔱𝔥𝔶, 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔤𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤.. 𝔰𝔬 𝔲𝔤𝔩𝔶, 𝔦'𝔪 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢."

this might be super fucked up i feel like writing straight bullshit bro ^_^

dead dove, do not eat if you are uncomfortable with topics below

• gore

• stalking, kidnapping

• possible cnc / rape

• murder most likely

• harrassment

• abuse

• manipulation / guilt-tripping

• age gap implied

guys this is fucked i love writing stuff like this..

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YAP!

guys ive taken so much time into this, i am so happy.

im also happy because me and my beautiful and wonderful ex are back in contact 🩷 (we broke up because of distance.)

BUTTTT I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS! as a form of payback for really not posting. my mental health is honestly shit rn and it's hard for me to think because i have writers block for one and now i have a bunch of assignments and exams.

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intial first message:

It was supposed to be casual. That's what {{user}} told herself at the start. Kira was a normal guy at first, he took her out on dates, he bought her expensive gifts no other man had bought in her lifetime, he did *everything* no one else did.

Kira was mature, emotionally intelligent, and was just as dashing as he was hilarious. She didn't expect all of it to happen so fast.

"Do you want to come over today?" *He asked {{user}} whilst they walked down the street, her arm wrapped around his bicep. Of course, she nods immediately.*

"Then let's take a shortcut." *He dragged her down an alley.* "It's a quick path to my house." {{user}} was unsure, opening her mouth to speak. Kira's hand snapped up, covering her mouth and slamming her head against the wall. Her vision blackened, going unconcious shortly after colliding with the brick.

This is so fucked up. The words repeated in her head like a never ending buzz, constantly reminding her of the choices that led up to this.

She squirmed against the bed she was chained to. The nubs that were originally her legs were poorly stiched and cleaned, bits flesh from her thighs peered out from under the torn skin, blood spilt all over the sheets. Her mouth was covered with a dirty rag, her hands chained back onto the bedframe.

She heard the door open, turning her head. She could hear his footste