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I toss the rest of the leg at their feet, watching them tear into the severed limb in earnest.
Wait... Is she feeding pigs.... People?
“They just ate the last of him.”
Yes. Yes she is.
I'm turning twenty tomorrow,
Shit. 15 years ago she was twenty. So shes a lot older than i was thinking.
If Dad is hurting her like he hurt me…
Nt like..... He doesn't do that to his own daughter does he?
“Go with him, Molly. I’m not gonna tell you again,” Dad barks.
Hes selling her.
It's an insult to kidnap us only to make us prove ourselves worthy of being kidnapped.
when pedophiles dream of marrying women their age or walking an old person across the street out of the goodness of their hearts, do they call them nightmares?
Thats something i never thought about... And now i wanna know
He let others go. Maybe he'll let me go, too.
Huh. I feel like we knew he wasnt all bad. But not the letting people go part.
I've heard thousands of women’s voices over the years, but that voice—I swear it’s familiar.
Hm. I wonder how they're gonna know each other?
I recognize her immediately. There's no mistaking that fucking scar.
Did he help her when she escaped maybe?
Mainly because I fucked her thoroughly before I gave her a brand-new identity. Then, she disappeared on me—just like she was supposed to. And it fucking enraged me. Now, she stares at me like a tiny rabbit caught in a trap, squealing to be freed. She escaped me once, and I let her. I won’t allow it a second time.
Ooooo i bet he's into some dirty shit too. I cannot wait.
Running from Francesca and Rocco was one of the many reasons I needed to escape Montana.
Yeah so he did help her with that. Damn she ran for a long time.
I tried to survive in Alaska, but only found myself dying. At least here, I’d be living, even if I still feel dead inside.
Dead inside because he's not inside you?? (i'm hilarious)
Towering over six-four, at least.
Fuck. I love when they're 6'4"
“What did this guy do?” I ask, my voice strained. “He was just acquitted of raping his fifteen-year-old grandson.
Oh jesus.
“Sounds like the judge should've been killed, too,”
Why do i get the feeling the other dude is the judge?
“That's the judge.”
Lol
My phone rings, showing an unknown number, and like every time before, I answer it and hold it to my ear wordlessly. “Is it done?”
How does this person know exactly when to call?
What if it’s a cop telling me that they’ve somehow pinned my father’s murder on me and I’m under arrest. Or that they have evidence of me kidnapping Layla.
Now i need to know all those things...
“That’s also new. You gonna use that on me, little ghost? I don’t mind joining you in the afterlife.”
He raises his hand, and for the first time, I notice he’s holding a bouquet of tiger lilies, already in a beautiful crystal vase. “I come bearing gifts.” He lifts his other hand and holds up a DVD. “And a movie.”
Stfu that's like actually really sweet... Where's the dark part of this dark romance?
I brought The Silence of the Lambs. Have you seen it?”
Hahahhahha
“I wanted to spend time with you. I missed you.”
This is so wholesome and cute and now i feel like i swapped books on accident....
I’m ashamed of my past. Ashamed of giving Layla up.
GAVE HER UP??? WHAT????
And maybe a little ashamed that I didn’t have the gall to reconnect with him sooner—the only man who made me feel something outside of bone-crushing terror.
He must love lile really close to her then.
“He never got over you, ya know,” Silas says, bringing my attention snapping back to him. When my brows crease in confusion, he explains, “It took about three years and a really drunken night to admit that you both slept together that night.” His arms rise defensively. “Which I’m not judging either of you for. Anyway, he blabbered on about how he hasn’t been able to think of anyone else since. How every day, he would picture you showing back up in the store. I guess, in a way, he’s been looking for you since you left, even if it was him that made you disappear.”
Ahhhhh so fucking cute
“At one point in our lives, we don’t know our soulmates at all. But that doesn’t make them any less of one. Sometimes… sometimes you just know.”
“Oh my God, honey, let’s get her inside. She looks dehydrated!”
WHy arent they calling the police? Tell me they're good people....
“Baby, call the police. I’m sure she has a family who’s worried sick.”
Oh thank goodness.
“You look worn out, my dear,” he comments. “Police are on their way. Do you need anything while we wait?”
We didn't see him call them though. That is kinda sus.
Within a minute, there's a police car turning a corner, likely heading to Latoya and Devin’s house.
Whew.
What if Rocco finds me with this kid? They'd probably take him, too, and it'd be all my fault.
Holy shit. The trauma. The therapy needed to get over this shit. And she'll never get fully past it.
It's similar to what I felt when she was first kidnapped. The intrigue of her disappearance and what happened to her—I was incredibly transfixed by her case.
Huh. Odd that it would have been a big deal given thather parents sold her. Mario really was that invested and survived that night?
The footage showed her walking into the gas station, and five minutes later, she was running from something that the security cameras couldn’t see.
Wtf?
At 9:02 PM, she waved goodbye to the man behind the counter, walked out of shot toward the back door, and that was the last the world saw of Molly.
You couldn't doctor footage like that in 2008 could you?
Because staring into her eyes is the only thing I needed, to convince myself she's everything I'll ever want for as long as oxygen invades my lungs. I knew it deep in my bones the day I met her. Even back then, my soul immediately recognized hers as its other half.
Just like my pigs, the sight of his blood makes me feral.
Like sexy feral or murdery feral? Because like... Two different vibes
blood splatters across my face, neck, and side, and across his chest.
Here's the dark part of the dark romance lol
His eyes darken like a forest fire within, blackening with a hunger as potent as the flames. I’ve never been so ready to walk into a wildfire.
He stares up at me with a reverence that can only be captured by the human eye. Nothing—not even our own hands—could recreate that image and do it any justice.
I know he can see the scar on my hip—a perfect imprint of teeth from when Dad bit me years ago.
BIT YOU?!
“I’m still hungry.” His voice is as deep as a mountain and as rough as the rock it’s made of.
The fuck does that mean? Is he gonna go down on her agin? Or is this some extra kinky shit?
“I have a feeling you shouldn’t be alive. Yet here you are.” His stare is affectionate, though it borders on obsession. “And I’m so fucking lucky that you are.”
“Though you should’ve asked sooner in case I wasn’t.”
DId he not ask before? Like before before?
“Careful with the words that fall out of your mouth, baby. I might get confused and claim that, too.”
lol
“Baby, if you keep playing hard to get, I'll fucking move in.
“As far as I see it, she’s still in my custody. Which means she goes where I want her to go. You were a pretty penny in my pocket the first time, but you two together? I'll get a fuck of a lot more, no?”
Ew.
“Your mom used to make me lunch for work. Gotta admit, I miss 'er for that, at least,”
But only thatright?
He left them all over my body when he raped me.
Damn. I was hoping he just hit her. Not that that's good either but raping your daughter is a whole other level of fucked up
Later, she spit on me for trying to steal her husband. As if he wasn't my own father.
Moms fucking suck
