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"Your heart. Your soul. Your body. You. Your everything belongs to me and I can do whatever the fuck I want. Try to push me again with this hand I will do worst than just breaking it. " Valerie Have no idea of her last name. She was born in an orphanage. Grown up there but with only one thought. Being a slave of her master. She was born for him. She was grown up with keeping his name in her mind as her master. The person who owns her. Her days went by hearing his name continuously.

"From today onwards, I will take every decision of your life. What you will eat, where will you go, when will you speak, what you will wear it will be all as I wish. And if you dare to defy me then till now it must have been crystal clear to you how far I can go to keep my words," he ordered Out of fear she was not even able to raise her head and kept her eyes casted down. He lifted her head up with his forefinger, underneath her chin and stared directly into her mesmerizing hazel

I was 8 when I got promised to Andrei, my childhood friend. We shared a great bond and comfort with each other. But we didn’t love each other. That word wasn’t in my vocabulary and perhaps nor in his. I am genophobic. I am scared of sexual intimacy. I married Andrei, not aware of someone’s eyes on me all through these years. Danzel Lavigne. I had no idea that my husband’s older brother was obsessed with me. Completely, insanely obsessed. He wanted me from the moment he saw me but his father

hewas a restless, headstrong girl, even then, who liked to astonish herfriends. Later, when I knew her, she was always doing somethingunexpected. She gave one of her town houses for a Suffrage headquarters,produced one of her own plays at the Princess Theater, was arrested forpicketing during a garment-makers' strike, etc. I am never able to believethat she has much feeling for the causes to which she lends her name andher fleeting interest. She is handsome, energetic, executive, but to meshe