This isn't really a love story... ~~~~~ "Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you? You can clearly see I'm upset!" He looks over to me and smirks. "You look cute when you're angry." He finally pours the pasta in the pot once it starts to boil. "But, the way you reacted was quite rude. Do you need another punishment?" I know I need to play along, but not make it too obvious. If I instantly switched up, Damion would be able to tell something was up. So gradual it is. "I'm sorry. I just... I just got angry. Everything here is so scary." I'm not usually a person of many words, but nothing I said was a lie. I really am scared. Terrified. But I wouldn't say that aloud. Damion strides over to me and I close my eyes in anticipation for him to strike me. But all he does is pat me on the head. I flinch at his touch. He means to comfort me, but my skin crawls at his touch. ~~~~~ !TRIGGER WARNING! This story contains at-work harassment, stalking, kidnapping, abuse, SA, themes of non-consent, murder, and forced love. This is not a fun story, nor is it for kids. Please take note before reading. This is psychological horror for a reason. Updated every month on the third Friday (at least, I'll try)
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