Heart of a Beast

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oing things to her, but she seemed to like it. Her naked breast bounced with every forceful thrust, the sound of skin meeting skin and her moans filling the air. He held her hair, spanking her relentlessly as the rough encounter unfolded. Lisa and I had planned to escape toge

When I reached the big door, I felt tears in my eyes but smiled as I looked back at the place where I had suffered for years. Remembering the to

t reflected the toll of my escape. Nestling into a soft spot on the grass, I longed for a reprieve, whether through death or slumber, away from the troubles that pursued me. My hair was all over my face as I turned and shivered because it was raining. I woke up and yawned quietly, my body was wet and sticky as the rain tried to wash off all the dirt. I was so thirsty and starved, it seemed like I hadn't eaten for two months. I stood up because the grass I had laid on was now muddy and making me dirtier. I walked away from the tree and opened my mouth, tilting my head upwards to sip some wa

of despair, I emerged from the water, tears mingling with droplets on my face. Clutching my gown, I tore it into a makeshift rope, my desperate decision unfolding. Gripping a hefty rock, I knew it was a foolish choice, but the weight of loneliness seemed unbearable. As I wailed, I dragged the rock and torn cloth towards the water, surrendering to the deep blue calmness. Submerged, the water embraced me, my lungs yearning

p from the grass, my name hanging in the air. He turned away, his silhouette rigid with disapproval. "Life might be difficult, but you can't e

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s young girl's reborn body, as foretold by the universe. Turning my attention to Ava, peacefully asleep, she clutched the pillow as if it were her lifeline. Her skin, smooth yet adorned with goosebumps, framed by brown hair cascading over her face and neck, captivated me. Contemplating the decision to end her existence, doubts linge

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aptured me. Limping like a frog, I rose and sought support from the bed, catching my reflection in a massive mirror. Adorned in a light pink gown decorated with artificial flowers, my hair neatly packed in a bun, I appeared fragile and small. Surveying the room for answers, I hobbled toward the window, squinting against the bright sun. Gasping at t

I muttered, holding up my dre

As I hastened my pace, the hallway led me to a grand ballroom filled with laughter and the sight of elegantly dressed people in ball gowns and suits, seemingly caught up in celebration. A sigh of relief escaped me as I leaned against the wall, attempting to blend in and remain

hint of stubble on his face, high cheekbones, and almond green eyes, he exuded an intimidating presence.

t. Silence lingered until I attempted to walk p

lent. He turned me around, scrutinizing my face and gown. "You must be one of Lucian's p

a. "Now please let me be, I need to go," I insisted, yet my words were met with aggression as he slammed me against the wa

s he whispered, "You are beautiful," before pecking my cheeks and using his fingers to trace my lips, all while the spectators watched with twisted delight. The struggle to break free proved futile against his strength. "Oh, I enjoy it when they struggle like

lf for the impending impact when a deafening noise echoed, followed by a heavy

mation came from my capt