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LOKI - S01E02 “The Variant” / S02E01 “Ouroboros”
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I really really loved your DogDay fic (like a lot), so I thought I'd request a DogDay x player reader fic about the nightmares both of them would more than likely have when this is all over and they've escaped Playtime Co, and how they'd try to be there for each other when they happen.
Black curtains smothered their view. (Y/n)'s body was light. Someone must have carried them from the sweet warm hug of their mattress and into the shadowing atmosphere. Fabric rippled and swayed gently just barely beneath their falling figure, separating inches before contact... And so, falling past the waving curtains that faded harshly into cracking rubble.. Falling past the growing cracks swirling into light pink, stretching tubes and blue fuzzy ropes... Falling into hell's fiery, drifting red smoke through long, thin fingers that cursed away flesh... Elliot's voice welcomed them once again.
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DogDay x Reader Rippling Deja Vu (Part 1)
(WARNING: The following contains scenes of graphic body horror and mutilation)
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Wet spider webs caught them, like a Venus fly trap breaking the fall of a frightened butterfly with a torn wing. A chill ran down their spine, causing them to stir in their sleep, and soon, (Y/n)'s eyes fluttered open. Dim flickering light beamed down them, watching them. Cold goo kissed the back of their neck. They shuddered and pulled themselves up, dragging behind lines of webs connecting them to their new bed. It tugged, urging (Y/n) to fall back into its embrace, until the lines finally broke. They collapsed on freezing tile. When (Y/n) opened their eyes, the first thing they saw were the tattered clothes they wore on the day they entered the gates of hell: a dirty tank top torn at the side and thin jeans caked in dust and dried blood. Their eyes widened. "No...No no no no no....!"
Rapidly swatting off the remaining clinging webs, (Y/n)’s bottom collapsed onto the tiled floor. Their quick and heavy breaths rushed into the dusty cold air, flailing around in tiny clouds before fusing with the hallway’s stretching darkness. After finally casting off the last piece of the web, their hands suddenly went still, trembling in place, then clenching into fists a few times as if they were holding a Grabpack’s trigger.
(Y/n) looked up. Blinking light illuminated parts of the stretching shadow for brief seconds, beckoning them to let them light their way. But they couldn’t move — they wouldn’t dare move. As soon as they’d jump to their feet, something meant to lie still, something first made for play and learning and innocence that then would become a shell for screams and blood and torn flesh, would come after them and pull and dig and prod and eat at each breathing morsel they offered. (Y/n) sat still, very, very, very, very still. 
Then they got up. Their trembling body begging to stay safe under the only working light began to get pulled by marionette strings. (Y/n) started to choke on their cry for help and fought with every atom within them to stop moving, but the blackened jaws had already consumed them. And through all that desperate effort, a pathetic whimper only left their lips. 
GO BACK
RUN
HIDE
HELP
THE HOUR OF JOY
One, then four, then ten, then innumerable warnings laced in trauma appeared under the blinking lights. Blue and red and yellow overlapped with one another, shouting over each other, screaming at a once naive, curious fool. (Y/n)’s body didn’t listen, it just had to see what that gorgeous cherry red light was growing in the distance.
They attempted at another cry for help, but only another quiet muffle sang along with the factory’s distant curling cogs. First wiggling their fingers, then shooting their hands up to their face, (Y/n) felt for a mouth, a hint of lips or drool or just anything, but nothing. Just a blank (s/c) canvas of skin. Their throat erupted in shouts and wails, they even tried pulling at the canvas, and still nothing — the fool had become a shrieking tomb. 
The walls stopped moving, and they looked down to see their legs glued to the floor. 
And the ground began to roar.
Ripples and rumbles threw (Y/n) off their feet and forced them to watch the rear of the hallway. Flickering lights hinted to the devastation’s core; a flash of a human skull protruding from rising, cracking tile, a glimpse of light showing onto its growing body that melted from bone to a curling wet tongue rounding into a pink and blue twirling body, and that blinking, twirling body grew larger as its organs and bones stuck out and into darkened pink, stretching arms, weaving through a monstrous ribcage, tying together blue and purple fur and paws with ravaging whetted claws, growing and growing and growing against the cracking floor and screaming walls, growing and growing and growing and growing and growing
until it stopped.
And the human skull twisted, slowly rotating on its spinal column. Curling all the way around, blood rained from inside the splitting bone, emitting an appalling crackling echo as bits of it snapped off onto the ground. One of them hit the fool in the forehead. Finally, it stopped once completing its orbit.
It stared at (Y/n), and (Y/n) couldn’t help but stare back at it. Naked teeth and unblinking empty eye sockets, sloshing pulsating guts and creaking legs. They wanted to run, to hide, anything to stay as far away as that thing as possible. Its mouth opened, and its jaw stretched down and down and down toward the floor, bits of bone snapping and muscle from beneath bulging from the holes and stretching and stretching and its teeth reached to the ground and dug underneath the tile. 
It stopped. It winced. It pushed forward, claws scraping against the tile as its mouth excavated gathering tile, making the walls and ceiling screech such a deafening bawl. Faster it crawled, right down the hall, right towards (Y/n).
Right as glowing dots of life awoken in those empty sockets, they regained control of their body again. They scrambled onto their feet and bolted down the hallway. 
“A……?”
The hallway seemed to curl in on itself, but that didn’t stop them. (Y/n) so desperately wanted to cover their ears from that godforsaken screech but they couldn’t risk it. They just had to make their legs push faster, no matter how much they ached or cramped or were being sucked into the earth-
“..An…l….”
They were slowing down. Something of a thousand pounds became attached to their ankles and drove them into the melting floor. They yelped and fell right onto burning slosh, howling in pain and immediately yanking themselves up. Pained gasps and whines heaved from their lips, and they looked back to see the boiling floor had engulfed their legs, spreading up to their calf. (Y/n) spotted sections of their skin closer to its mouths peeling back to reveal bubbling muscle, before it all were to be swallowed. 
“....Angel…”
They tried hauling themselves up, but grew unsteady and fell back on the burning slosh. (Y/n) let out an agonizing cry as skin began to peel off from their arms. Smoke rose from their body, as if the spirits of their faded bits were already accepting the inevitable end. They peered over their shoulder — the creature was standing over them.
“.....Angel…!”
It dug up their body. (Y/n) violently flailed against its gasp, and through their tears they saw muscle plunging from their arms and legs and more of that thing’s hands wrapping around their tiny, weak, insignificant body, twirling around their waist and making them feel their spine slowly snap.
Agony, sweet deserving agony, topping with the fool’s suffering melody
“(Y/N)!” 
And they were back in their bed’s warm embrace. 
(Y/n)’s eyes snapped wide open, letting out a fresh, tearful waterfall streaming down their flushed cheeks. The first thing they saw in darkened solace were a vast, open, empty mouth and eyes that were scrunched up in blazing worry. But this uncanny face was that of familiarity, of warmth, of real joy; yet they couldn’t stop the quickened breaths.
“Angel, it’s okay, look at me, everything’s okay,” DogDay said, although by the tone of his voice, he was starting to panic as well. 
With trembling, non-melting arms, they cautiously hauled themselves up, and their breathing began to slow. Putting his giant paws against their back and on the side of their face, DogDay gently shushed them as his thumb stroked their wet cheek. 
“That’s it, just focus on breathing, you’re doing so well, angel…” With that giant smile as bright as the sun, his guiding whispers lit up the room. Before they knew it, the alerts for death rang silent and (Y/n)’s heart became steady. DogDay sat down on their bed and placed them on his lap, and for a few minutes, he held them close to his fuzzy, vanilla-scented chest. 
Then, (Y/n) spoke up in a hoarse voice: “I’m sorry.”
DogDay stopped petting their head for a second. “Now what are you apologizing for, angel?” he uttered in bewilderment. Words bubbled up inside their throat but they couldn’t bear to speak. He looked down and continued to stroke their shaking head and back. “Another dream about the factory, I take it?”
(Y/n) tensed up and nodded. His grip on them became tighter, but not too tight. 
At first, he didn’t know what to say. Decades of being trapped with nothing but tiny savaging predators taking joy in tearing off his skin little by little, day after day, left him blinded in miserable need. In rare moments of peace, he always dreamt about an angel descending from above and down in the hellish depths that once housed happiness, and blessing those worth saving with freedom. But not once did he see him reaching that freedom; in fact, he still wonders to this day what he did to deserve being one of the only survivors after failing so many so dear to him. And he despised it. 
The DogDay he was conditioned to never think about himself so much. He should always know what to say, especially now. His beloved angel had suffered through so much just like he did, and to make matters worse, they were apologizing for it. If anything, he should be the one…
…”I’m sorry too.”
“What?” (Y/n) gazed up at him. Even in the darkness, the light in their beautiful eyes beamed such radiant sacred life. Life that he swore to protect since that day.
“I-I’m… I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to witness and endure so much, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you when you saved me, I.. I’m sorry that you took in so much pain, I-! I…” DogDay took in a breath — ‘don’t cry, this isn’t about you.’ — “I…I’m sorry, angel. You’ve been through so much, and for our sakes… for my sake.”
He embraced them back into his chest, squeezing his eyes shut to fight back stubborn tears. “You have every right to be like this — to cry, to lash out, to get so, so scared — after everything that’s happened, you’re allowed to be this vulnerable more than anyone else.” 
They were so quiet. ‘Did I say the right thing? I didn’t make them upset, did I?”
But he did. Something inside (Y/n) cracked at last. Their chest tightened and pulsated and wallowed up, and something crawled up their throat that made them gasp for air and for more of him. They quickly wrapped their arms around DogDay’s torso and let out a shuddering wail as tears flowed freely down their cheeks and onto his chest. 
Feeling his heart hammer against the wet spot they buried their face in, he froze in place. Then his smile drained every ounce of uncertainty, and he held his angel once again. 
“That’s right, angel, let it all out. You’re safe right now,” he softly muttered to them, letting a tear fall from his eye, “and I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again.”
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AND that’s it for right now! As with the last request, there’s a shorter word limit for posts that directly respond to Asks, so I’ll be cutting it off right here and will be posting a Part 2 soon! Sorry this took me a bit to release; new college quarter is starting and I've had a little bit of writer's block, but I have overcome it!! Thank you so much to @paragon-of-obsessed for requesting this, and extra thankies for liking my last DogDay fic! This was so much fun to write, and I can't wait to dive into the next part!
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He's just an angel I know...
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newergrowup · 5 hours
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yeah i know geto must have felt abandoned and alone and like no one understood. but do you think he ever sat down, looked up, and thought that maybe it wasn't that gojo wasn't listening, but that they just started speaking in different languages. that had he tried to make himself understood maybe he would have realized gojo was trying to learn to see him the way time had made him. do you think he sat down and got a glimpse of what living can do to people? what it did to him? what it did to them?
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The true reason behind edo tensei
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my little puppy
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Can we see some Khaos videos? I love him 🥺
Note his little alfalfa hair
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mydairpercabeth · 3 months
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just saw the most heartbreaking annabeth take from ep 3
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here is harry as fun kids i found on pinterest :)
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screaming crying throwing up
Batman: Curse of the White Knight (2019-2020) #8
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gh0stsp1d3r · 5 months
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ℛℯ𝓁𝒶𝓍
a/n- Give my boy a break 😭 no warnings, angst to fluff. But this is like my second time writing for him so I don’t have his character completely down and analyzed ): hopefully it’s good
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You knew he was having a hard time with everything. His hands were on his forehead, as Abby rambled on at the dinner table. His eyes stayed glued on the bills, wondering how he’d pay for it.
He was just fired from another job, some job at a pizzeria this time. The pay wasn’t good, anyways, but it saved Abby from having to go to Jane.
“Hey, Abby, why don’t you go show me your new drawing?” You said, interrupting her rambling. Mike looked up at you, shaking his head. His eyes saying “it’s fine.” But you shook your head back, and gave him a small smile.
“Okay.” She said, jumping up from the seat and grabbing your hand, leading her to the room.
After a while, you tucked her in. In a way, she thought of you as like a mother.
“Goodnight, Abby.” You said with a smile, she smiled back and you shut the door.
You went into the living room, where Mike was staring off into space as he cleaned up the dishes.
You came up behind him, he jumped, not expecting you.
“She asleep?” He mumbled.
“Yeah. Mike…” you started, as he dried his hands.
“Hmm?”
“Come on. Let’s sit down for a second.” You said, he furrowed his eyebrows. Was this your way of breaking up with him? A million thoughts ran into his head, his anxiety getting the better of him.
“Hey, it’s nothing bad.” It’s like you could read his mind. You put your hand on top of his as you sat on the bed. He sat across from you.
“What is it?”
“I just.. I noticed you’ve been stressed, and I didn’t really wanna tell you this cause I know you would be all ‘we’re fine!’ And stuff. I got a second job. And I think that you just need to take a break for a second-“
“Wha- Y/n- how’s that even gonna-“
“Work out? It will. I promise. I’ll still be here every night, and I know you’re struggling. Mike, I just want the best for you.” You said, looking up at his glassy eyes. You were too good for him, he thought.
“We’ll make up the bill, and we’ll figure everything out. Together. I promise.” You said, smiling at him again.
“But why would you-“
“Because I want you to relax. I love you, and I would do anything for you. A second job isn’t gonna hurt, okay?”
Tears start to fall down, the weight of everything was crashing down on him. Abby, getting fired, Garrett, and now he felt like he was burdening you.
You frown, and scoot closer to him. You wrap an arm around him, he cries into your shoulder.
“You’re not a burden, Mike.” You mumbled.
“I love you.” He said, and you smiled. That was all you ever needed from him.
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cassanderasblog · 2 months
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Nise no ai
Yandere ! Rich ! Husband oc x wife reader
Warning: mature content warning, mention of sexual activity, forced affection, fake love, marriage on fake love, lying, but no cheating, physical and mental abuse, pregnancy, locking up , running away
Authors note: here is your meal..
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"Jahan please tell me it's a lie... Please... Please tell me that you didn't married me because I looked like your first love.... They past two years that you showed me... That you love me... Was a lie!!"
You were gripping his collar and crying , begging him to say something... But he ...he was looking away from you totally silent.. and to you that silence was more heart breaking.
All those two years , since you had crush on him, you tried to get his attention and he accepted your love for him... All of that was just a lie... He never saw you as Y/n... For him you just were his first love F/n , that left him for another man.
You broke down hard... All those days he used to look at you with even a pinch of love... All that affection... It was never for you.... It was not even you who was in his mind when he married you. He didn't married you..
You looked up at him grabbing his leg, crying...
"Jahan why??? Why did you do this to me??? Why me Jahan??"
You were wailing sitting on his feet as he was getting more and more irritated.It was a swift moment when he threw you on the bed. You were shocked as he never touched you roughly ever before. You looked up at him as he was shading his clothes.. his eyes stuck on you. It was not your husband.... This was not the man you loved.
In Jahan's mind he was not doing anything wrong... He just wanted to shut you up , and on his mind there was nothing wrong with a husband wanting to fuck his wife.... Even if it was forcefully.. even if there wasn't a moment he loved you before.
As he slowly began to crawl over you... You were begging for him to let you go .... That you don't want to have sex ..... Apologizing to him... But the man above you was not able to hear anything as he raped you forcefully , without anycare for your feelings..
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He woke upto to an empty bed. You were not in the room.. he walked to the washroom... it's empty.... you brush was gone.... most of your things were gone from his room..He saw that you had shifted your things to a spare room in the house. He let it go thinking it was just because you were a little sad. But then he noticed the way you acted in front of him from then on....
It was then only he understood the damage he had done... You started to flinch on every time he initiated the talk... Unintentionally you started to back away whenever he came too close to you... And then the day he tried to make things better ....
He brought a cat pendant for you... He know you liked cats.... And he knew it was the only thing that he brought for you.... Thinking of you... You only stared at the jewelry box. Not moving even once, your head down. Your fingers gripping the end of your top tightly.
He waited for a long while for you to move.. but when you didn't move he tried to usher you to take it..
"It's for you.. a pretty penda.."
"I-its pretty ... Thank you"
"But you didn't even touched the box... "
"I-its still pretty .... T-thank you"
He was getting impatient... Why are you not looking at him... You used to squeal and hug him... He knows... After what he did you won't touch him.... But still...
"Here let me put it on you..."
And your face paled so badly .. you started to trembled badly.
"I-its ok.. thank you ...you don't need to..."
You with trembling hands tried to take the box and return to your room... You don't want his skin to touch even your shadow... But he was faster... He made you sit on the dressing table in front of mirror. His hands on your shoulder as he pushed you down on the stool.
His hands softly clasp the chain with the pendant around your neck.. the same hands that hold you down roughly that day , choking your neck while he took you unwillingly. You shuddered as the tears started falling down you sprung from the seat .
He then only noticed .... How You were trembling badly.. he tried get closer in concern but you hurriedly snatched the necklace out of your neck as if the touch burned your skin. You then let it drop on the floor and scurried away , probably to your room...
He was looking on the floor where the pendant was lying, his brain numb..... You...you are afraid of him.... You are disgusted by his touch. He thought that talking to you and apologizing would may be make you a bit less afraid... And maybe you two would be able to go back to normal.. but it was his mistake to think that.
In evening after he returned from his work he found the house unusually silent . But he said nothing... He don't know but he was hoping to see you when he got to his room to change ... After a warm bath he came out to the dining space in hopes to see you serving food . May be a little smile too that you used to give him before...
But he didn't saw you... The food was served... All warm and delicious looking... The water on the right side just like he always had.. but there are no sign of you.
He started to eat ... Nothing had changed... The food tasted as usual.
But he don't know why it was hard to swallow every bite down... He choked and started to cough.... His eyes wet, but he said nothing... He returned to his room an emptiness inside his belly even after eating everything thing. Heart heavy.
The cold bed which was always warm and welcoming before was very uncomfortable. His eyes heavy as he fall asleep. The next day when he woke up everything was clean still no sign of you. He drank water and waited a while thinking may be you would come...
But you didn't and he then returned to get ready for office.when he was in the washroom he heard the use of sink in the kitchen. He laughed at himself... You don't want to see him... When he came out of his room he saw his lunch box neatly placed on the dining table beside a warm breakfast..
He ate , a sad smile on his face and left. You came out to wash the dishes ; after the work you got back to your room . Your mind was thinking how to get divorce from him... Yes you once loved him.. but now as you are hiding from him... It's like waking on egg shells.. You started to pack your things and left the house for your best friends apartment.
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Jahan returned and he suddenly felt something was wrong.. the house felt colder than usual ..he called your name . His voice wavering, then he called for you again. With shaking legs he ran to your room the room clean but you where not there .
He saw a note on your bed saying that you would like to stay at your friends house. He sat at the corner of the bed dejected. He lost you too ... Didn't he?? He looked around the room you took nothing from what he brought for you... The cat pendant sitting inside the dressing drawer nicely... untouched.
Is there anything that could make what he did wrong right?? Anything to take you back?? To make you return?? Then his mind had an idea... If only you had been pregnant..... Oh god... If only his seeds from that night would plant into your fertile womb .
He never felt so sick of himself.. but it doesn't matter....if he can have you back...
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It was 2 weeks since you left... he took care of your house nicely. He cleaned the house well just for you , that if you would return you need not to do much work...But His room was a mess , your clothes on his bed some covered in his cum . He groaned as he picked up the call.
His eyes widen as he heard your voice crying in the background. It was your friend who called him to tell him that You found out today that you are pregnant. You were having stomach ache from back few days , and after you and your friend visited the doctor it was confirmed you were 3 week pregnant..
There is no way it was not his... Unintentionally a sick smile came to his face after he reassured the friend that he is coming to pic his wife from her house he cut the call. Jahan was so happy as he hurriedly started to get ready ...
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You were back to the place from where you ran away. And worst... He had taken parental care leave from his office its his brothers company after all. He has become too caring..he had started to notice every little thing you do even when you move.
You want to gag at his affection it was making you sick... Sick to the core.. it had started to get suffocating.... You thought it would be better to divorce him after the baby was born.. so you tried to talk to him about this.
He was kneeled on the floor beside the bed feeding you the freshly cut fruits lovingly.... You thought it was the best time to talk about it..
"Jahan .."
He just hummed his eyes looked drunk as he brought a piece of orange to your lips.
"Jahan..."
You called to him again.. but harder this time... He stood up hurriedly looking tensed.
"Is everything ok honey?? You want to eat something else???"
"I wanted to talk about after baby would be born ... I want t ....."
"Oh don't worry I have bought a bigger house we are shifting in 10 days.."
"I wanted to say that after birth can we.."
"Oh and I hired an interor designer to decorate our home.."
"Jahan I don't want to be with you anymore.!!! I wanted to say we should split after your baby would be born ... You can have the custody and I don't want any alimony too!! We can..."
Soon his hand flew as he grabbed your cheek painfully hard.
"Shhhhhh...."
You heard him Sush you.. you remembered the day he forced himself on you... You started to shiver again . And it didn't gone unnoticed by him as he let your face go as he pulled your small body into his chest shushing you . He sat down on the couch as he say you down on his lap pulling you closer to him more and more.
"Don't say something like that honey.... It's your child too.. and no... We are not splitting up... How can you be so cruel to your own child y/n...."
He slowly started to walk towards your bed room as he smiled to himself.
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He was sitting in his house with his head in his hands , you ran away.... You... How could you do this to him??? He have been so good to you!!! Why did you even ran away?? His older brother was on call with the private investigators to find you...
They cannot file report in police station because you left with nothing but your clothes that you brought with yourself. You didn't took any money or even the wedding ring with yourself. And even worse you left a note making it clear that you don't want to be with him anymore.. you don't want to don't anything with him anymore.
You stated that you are tired of acting as his past lover... You can't survive like that... And you don't want your child to see you like that. In a fake relationship where father don't love mother because he loves her but because she reminds him of someone and a family built on lie.
His mind was not working anymore..... He do loves you.... Why would he not.... Why did you think he doesn't???? Yes he agrees he did married you cause you reminded him of his ex but now he really loves you... You are the prettiest woman in the world!!
He needs to find you.... He would find you... And when he does , you would regret running away..
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It was valentine's day and you were short of employees as some of them had taken leave . And many couples had came to your bakery today so you were helping on the counter.
Yes you ran away and worked 3 jobs to provide for yourself and the baby. Your son , Javier , now 3 year old child was sitting like a good boy in the back of the kitchen drawing doodles. He is such a good boy and smart too!!
Soon you were told that a oustomer came and wants to meet you. You frowned... Who can it be.... May be someone who wants to praise you.. you walked to the table the customer's back to you... You hesitate a bit... Why do you feel uneasy???
Why is your heart pounding so fast??? As you reached the table your eyes widen you backed away but soon you were surrounded by suited men. The person was non other than the monster you ran from in the past... Your husband.... That you were not able to divorce... From whom you ran away.
"Honey ~ you know I don't like too much sugar in my coffee right??"
He said in a sweet voice, that made you shiver . He pulled out a bouquet of roses out of nowhere. Taking your hand in his as he started you kiss your fingers, you closed your eyes as you felt him slid the cold metal ring back onto your ring finger again..
He pulled you closer by waist as he whispered into your ear.
"I will make sure to make you understand that you will not be able to run this time... or ever again... am I understood??"
Soon you heard the pitter patter of your son as he hugged you running. You hide him behind you . Jahan smiled as he traced his fingers on your navel over the clothes...
"You must beJavier right??"
He asked the boy who was peeking at him from behind you and your son hugged you more. Jahan laughed as he , he saw the colour of your face drain.. how do he know your son's name???
He then kneeled and picked up the boy in one arm as he wrapped another around your waist pulling you towards the exit to where his car was parked. He looked pleased as you were not resisting. He looked down at you as you heard him say.
"I will makeup for the time we have lost together for these 4 years.... And maybe one or two siblings for Javier too.... So be ready little wife... Your punishment is starting from now...."
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