"Tell me you are mine" the cold, sharp, merciless blade tried to force me into submission. Into HIS submission. I am not a property that anyone can own.

 "I-I am yours". Green is supposed to be my favorite color but as I look into his green merciless eyes I feel nothing but fear.

 "Good girl. Now, we don't want your dear ones hurt do we?"
      
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Where do you see yourself in three years? Two? One?

What gives you the certainty that there will be one at all?

In a world where most people dream and everything is normal, how would it feel to not know what normal is? 

  Life is never easy and it won't ever be. It's harder when you have demons of your past and devils in your present to fight against. No one wants to lose but how long can you keep yourself stable? Only the strong and brave survives in the race. Is she strong and brave?

Triggers are present.



      

Submission

It hurts so much to feel hurt.
The slow thudding of her heart threatened to stop forever while the unshed tears got clogged up where it shouldn't.
It felt like a big hole has been punched through her chest while breathing became impossibly difficult.
She wanted to do so many things and by things,...

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EPILOGUE 

Submitting