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ed up to see the man standing there. He was the one who ha

did

he

at I had forgotten how to let my mouth make a sound. I used to cry. I used to scream. I

und when they hurt me. Broke me. Used me. But now these very same monsters didn’t like how

t given

to make them

o me, because they have already done everyt

or. It was a cell. Like all the other ones I had been before. No windows. No bed. Nothing. It had b

the day I was born. I had been like that

at was going to happen. Like always Sean Phillip would parade us around a number of men and then give us to them to do whatever they wish

men to take a look at the helpless girls who didn’t want any of it. Instead

monsters surrounding us. The head of them said aloud, "It

n beside me grabbed my hair and pul

ys who shared the blood of the monster ruling this hellhole and yet those boys were angels in disguise. The boys who had taken punishment so I could be spared. Mad-Maddox, the youngest of them, I remembered him like it was yesterday. He

hat the thin piece of flesh between my legs, a proof of my virginity, would be responsible for them to come after me first I’d have tore through it with my own fingers. When everything was burning an

seen before them or after them, made me fill with hope. Something that wasn’t dark, somethin

ried to help me. They reminded me of the brothers. They used to be like that too. Now, I just wanted to help them. I wanted to make sure that they didn’t get hurt by these men. For that matter,

were stupid. They call me a mute one and think that I can’t hear and see things too. I quickened my steps, my attention divided to the men t

me speechless. The sherry colored eyes that were narrowed at me had me frozen on the spot, they were so ethereal. Like an angel was peeki

e his hand, for once this touch didn’t seem to burn through my flesh and stain my insides. In a hu

friend, Kiara, up. “Leave her, she’s not going to say anything.” Brenna said an

oked at me, his eyes narrowed as if he

” Brenna

hroat. I breathed in a huge gulp of air. He gestured at me to follow behind them. I

ing else. I could feel the weight of his eyes on me, and for the first time in so many years I became aware of my nakédness. And the need to hide from hi

came around the corner. At first, he was startled when he saw us but then he drew up his gun and opened his mout

ddle of his throat and the man slumped down like a dead weight. He then picked up the gun from the floor and as more footsteps so

Brenna

snapped and I realised he wasn’t

of them went down and then the fight began between him and the other two. And, surprisingly Col

tio

that was so out of place, Cole twisted around in such a way that in a second he had the man that was behind him flat on the floor while he fought for a gun with the other. The gu

ands as he moved back and when he was a few feet away from Cole,

I thought. Because this man who had killed not one, not two but four men in less than

e people’s side but his focus was on the man beside me. “Well, well, well… what do we have here?” Phillip drawled as he took a

ve are here to kill you for laying a hand

to save me, have come to save someone else. Maybe this time I’ll get a piece of my freedom back becau

look back when the gunshots were fired, screams ensued and as if pulled by an external force, I finally peeked over my shoulder and saw a gun fired in his direction. The man with angelic eyes a

o

ones. And, believe me when I say that it’s not limited to men. No, I have seen selfish

s meant for Brandon. It wasn’t as selfless an act as one would think, no. It was the act of love. You see, when I was not talking and participating, I was always ob

blue eyes and hair as if a snowfall. There was no emotion, no fear an

rom her arm because of the flesh wound she got while trying to save me. Me!? Can you imagine that?

moderate as I looked at her. At her face. She was still naked and it was like sh

was not the time to be consumed by this waif of a girl who hasn’t said a word since I met her. And I was still fûck

he side and we watched as methodically, one by one, she pounded the back of the pistol she was holding in his fingers- Phillip’s. She

warrior princess. Maybe a little broken. Alex nudged me from behind, his brow arching up in question. I shrugged in response and look

nd the girl who was sitting beside him with her legs crossed in Ind

ions she was hiding. Pain. Rage. Fear. Devastation. Disgust. Torment. Anger. Misery. Violence. Hurt. I had to look away from her because

ûcking

t she wasn’t replying back. She wasn’t speaking and come to think of it, I hadn’t heard a

like the thought of her wearing his shirt. And, it pleased me to a degree when she didn’t take i

t about it. “She’s bleeding. Soon she’ll sta

nd took the shirt from Alex, I wrapped it arou

ove her to do that. Looking at her eyes and then meeting Alex’s gaze for a seco

me, the problem was he was

that day. Somehow she became the center of my universe.

And the characters a chance, hopefu

ment. This will be

ike anti heroes and dark romance. Find my

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