Beneath His Obsession

want so many things, dream so hard

this path, yet every single day I find myself stuck

ess, hell, even peace. But this? This life I'm living now? This was never part of the dream. If someone had tol

om me. Today was supposed to be my off day, my one day to be human, to do the

e kid he can push around anymore

s playing his twisted little mind games. That's why I never call him my father.

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says, motioning toward t

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e the fool you a

his grumpy

pposed to be my off day,"

cern, mister?" Ugh.

n do with your o

iness, Mr.," I sn

that!" he barks, slamming his

et information on this guy." He points at a picture on his desk.

file, and walk ou

or behind me, I pull out

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ants me to go to a BDSM club t

going to a BDSM club all

Shut up. Don't make this harder than it

er, like I just said t

like that, so freely. Will there e

n't tease. I promise,"

y. I'll pick y

y. B

ye

throwing one las

nymore, and thank God for that. But s

Singl