HIS CURSED HUMAN (BOOK 2 TCH)
READING AGE 18+
I was naive. Too ignorant to judge the look of delusion on his godly face. A devil disguised as my blessed. Not that I understand the weight the said word carried, but his captivity held made me dependent on him. The more I tried to escape him, the more attached I found my heart to his. Pain, faer, anguish, betrayal, he brought me all those things yet I craved him more than I could think of. He claimed the piece that never belonged to him. He manipulated my feelings and I gladly found myself craving his touch, his hands on my skin, his gaze, and his love.
Realising that he only brought me pain.
And it was too late when I lost more of myself than I could process.
He become my nightmare that I look forward to having every night.
And I, I became his curse.
His cursed human.
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"The wounds are lethal. Although there isn't any major injury superficially, her ribs are bruised internally, she needs rest to heal."
"Why she's taking longer to heal?"
I tried to open my eyes but found it to be a struggle. Two diverse voices fell upon my ears as I tried to recognize them, they were distant like someone was……
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