"Don't you get it, my little flower? I own every bit of you. Every. Single. Bit. Anyone who looks at you, I'll pluck off their eyes. Anyone who touches you, I'll cut off their hands. Anyone who breaths the same air as you, I'll cut off their nose. And for everyone who has been inside you, be certain I'll chop off their dicks and shove down their throat" I watch a sinister smile make its way to his face as he spoke, his hold on my neck tightened, making it difficult for me to breath. "Now, be a good girl Zinnia, and take my dick" ****** In a world where morality blurs and alliances shift like sand, Reed Dammington remains a constant force-a living legend in the gritty realm of bounty hunting, where survival depends on wit, skill, and an unyielding will to pursue justice, no matter the cost. By night, Twenty-four year old Zinnia Levine isa bartender, navigating the ebb and flow of patrons' stories while keeping her own guarded. Her chosen profession becomes both refuge and battleground. At first sight, Reed is obsessed with Zinnia and would stop at nothing to make her his. Slowly, Zinnia learns that there is more to Reed than just slitting people's neck. With him, she finds out more about herself and what she yearns. Her discoveries makes her understand that they are alike. More than she had expected. ********* WARNING I CARE FOR YOUR SANITY. THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEARTS. IT CONTAINS REALLY DARK SCENES (DEGRADATION, DUBIOUS CONSENT AND CONCENSUAL NOT CONSENT). READ AT YOUR DETRIMENT. OH, AND LEAVE A COMMENT. THANKS!! --------
"Please. I didn't do anything. Don't hurt me please" I watched the asshole beg for his dear life, fuelling that fucked up need in me to kill. Blood rushed through my veins, adrenaline pumping from his every sob, making me eager to end his suffering. I walked away from him, in a bit to calm myself, because while I enjoyed his suffering like the fucking psycho that I am, I wanted it to last longer.
I picked up a pair of pliers and walked back to him. His left eye had already turned dark from my fist repeatedly smashing against it.
"Please, spare my life" he begged further and I ignored his cry. I held him by the hair and forcefully yanked his head backwards, causing him to yell out in pain and granting me access to his mouth, which has been my target.
"You have a fetish for biting women, how about I fix that for you?" I whispered and carefully positioned the pliers on one of his big front teeth. More muffled pleas spurred out from his mouth and again, I ignored it.
I took my time in pulling out his teeth, making his pain last longer and the sound of his screams making me go high. His teeth fully out, I threw it aside and yanked his head backwards, ready to pull out the other big teeth. But I was fast this time and as soon as I was done and releasing his head, the bastard dropped to the ground.
"You have got to be kidding me" I hissed out in annoyance, coming down from my high. I brought my hand to his neck, checking for a pulse and when I couldn't find any, I rolled my eyes.
"Fucking asshole. Couldn't be a man and take all the pain" I cursed out. I stood next to the lifeless body, wondering if it was worth continuing with what I had in store for him or figuring out another means to get off the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
Soon, my phone begins to vibrate. I pull it out of my pocket and answer without looking at the caller ID. Very few people had my private line, so I knew it was someone close to me calling.
"RD" I murmured my signature greeting once the phone was pressed to my ear.
"Why can't you say hello for once, like every other normal person would?" At the sound of Harnoid's voice, I rolled my eyes.
"What do you want?" I hissed out, still very pisssed off at the fact that I couldn't carry out my plans.
"Wow, calm down. I was just calling to make sure you haven't decapitated him" There was amusement in her voice as she spoke and that irked me. Rolling my eyes further, I cursed at her and then hung up the call, trusting that she'll get the hint and send someone to clean up.
I took out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and lit it, inhaling the smoke and letting it burn my throat. After three more drags, I relaxed.
Shooting one last look at my victim, I cursed again before walking out of the premises, leaving his lifeless body there.
This side of town was known for gang fights, drug traffickers and whatnot, so I wasn't in the least bit worried about the bastard's death being traced back to me. They'll most likely assume it was a gang fight gone wrong. And if there was anything linking me to him, I trust Harnoid to make it disappear.
The night breeze is cooler this time of the year, and some wear jackets, while others opt to wear jeans or long pants. I was dressed in black from head to toe. It's not because I prefer the colour-it's solely because it's harder to see the blood.
Blood likes to splatter.
Blood likes to stain.
If I wore a white shirt, as I have once before, blood is a bitch to get out. It lingers where it's not wanted. And I would end up throwing that shirt out. Doesn't help I can't wash my clothes to save my life. But black, well, it's easier. It's also better for blending in. And now, my wardrobe consists of black for convenience.
I walked towards my car when I caught sight of something. Or rather, someone. A young girl, mostly in her mid-twenties, had a handbag pressed to her chest as she nervously scurried away, every now and then, looking behind to make sure she wasn't being followed.
And then, three men appeared all of a sudden and she fastened her steps. Soon enough, they were catching up with her and she began sobbing.
"Please don't hurt me" was all I heard before I decided it was time for me to step in. My time with the asshole ended sooner than I'd hoped for, but God in his infinite mercy, sent me three more toys to play with.
"Why don't you three boneheads grow some balls and pick on someone your size?" all three of their gazes turn to me while I put off my cigarette.
I felt her scarred gaze on me and I looked past the assholes to her. Her eyes were blue? Perhaps green? I couldn't be certain for sure and it didn't help that she immediately ran away, leaving me with my newest plaything.
"What did you say, dickhead?" one of them questioned as they approached me.
"Three men against one woman is a dick move, especially when she isn't interested" I replied calmly. Adrenaline began to rise again as I anticipated all the ways I was going to end their suffering.
They were quite built, three, maybe four inches taller than me, but I knew I could take them down. It's not about the size, it's all about the technique, and with how they approached me, I knew they didn't have that.
They were thinking it was probably going to be another street fight. You know, the typical exchange of blows here and there, but there were wrong.
As soon as the first one approached me, my knife was slicing with precision through his throat. With the other two, I exchanged a few blows and it's disgraceful to say, none of them got a punch in. Soon enough, my knife punctured through one's neck, causing blood to spatter and landing on my face. And with the other, I aimed for his kneecap.
He screamed and I smiled in relief. I stood up, lit another cigarette and after taking two drags, I walked away in the same direction as the girl, in hopes to figure out the colour of her eyes.
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"I can't do this anymore, Hannah. I can't wake up another day without you by my side. You own me, Hannah. You grasp my every thought. Please, come back to me" ***** Forty-Year-old Hannah Morales married at the age of twenty-two to please her parents. But after a life of trauma that has left her with scars she is still healing from, she lost all hope of ever finding love. But all that changed when she met the young androgynous Serenity Gils. Twenty-four-year-old Serenity Gils never thought she'd find the one for her, the reason why she easily got bored with her one-night stands. But after meeting Hannah Morales at a new years eve party and bumping into her again at a BDSM club, Serenity realized she was finding love in the wrong age group. Hannah and Serenity begin a whirlwind romance. It was filled with everything Serenity thought she'd never find and everything Hannah longed for. But when Hannah is put in a life-threatening situation, she has to make a decision and no matter what she chose, hearts will be broken. -------
Morgan Daniels never felt the love of her parents growing up. They were always so discriminative and distant towards her, and it only worsened after her father died. She found out that he left the majority of their home decor service to Roi, her big brother and also found out that her girlfriend has been shagging her brother. Betrayed, Morgan decides to sell her share of the company and starts afresh in a new city. Now at twenty-five, she is a successful club owner and a ruthless playgirl. Love is no longer her language as she sleeps around and doesn’t care who she hurts. Maia Shelton grows up in a foster family, and she dreams of going to college to make her dreams come true. And after taking up several jobs, extra shifts and a gap year after completing high school, she gets to live her dream of going to college as she gains enrollment into the University of the Community- Mildenhall, to study Business Management. At first sight, Morgan is hooked on Maia. Maybe it is her innocence, her beauty, or the fact that Maia reminded her of her very first love. However, Morgan finds it impossible not to request an indecent proposal from Maia. --------
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
Leanna's life had been full of hardships until her Uncle Nate, who wasn't related to her, offered her a home. She fell deeply in love with Nate, but as he was about to get married, he ruthlessly sent her abroad. In response, Leanna immersed herself in the study of andrology. When she came back, she was renowned for her work on solving problems like impotence, premature ejaculation, and infertility. One day, Nate trapped her in her bedroom. "Seeing various men every day, huh? Why don't you check me out and see if I have any problems?" Leanna laughed slyly and quickly unbuckled his belt. "Is that why you're engaged but not married? Having trouble in the bedroom?" "Wanna try it out for yourself?" "No thanks. I’m not interested in experimenting with you."
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.