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There housed my bed and my essentials like my tiny refrigerator, TV, and a bookshelf in the opposite corner. A small trunk holding clothing sat at the foot of my bed—though I didn’t fit in much of it anymore and… that was it. I mean, what more did I need? Yeah, a toilet would be nice, but I could usually climb down a vine and use the broken one hidden in the back downstairs, though Father Frollo gets suspicious if the bucket is too clean. I don’t want to talk about the bucket.
The burning sting of his palm connecting with my cheek came again, this time sending me to the floor. “Romina, I do not take pleasure in scolding you, my child.” His long, sinister face grew somehow more villainous, a smile spreading from ear to ear as he stared down at me, his expression contradicting his very words.
After the sickness hit and the government collapsed, the church spared no time or effort forcing their way into becoming the governing sanctity of the country. If you weren’t filthy fucking rich, you’d better have gotten on your knees for God and prayed for the church to bless you with better opportunities. Those who pleased Christ’s cocksuckers got the seal of approval from the archbishop Claude Frollo himself to attend a professional school after graduating from these parochial crapholes.
first hint of separation of church and state collapsing. Roe v. Wade being overturned was the first sign. Too used to the predictable outcome, they knew better than to stick around to watch it fester and lose everything they and their ancestors had spent so long fighting for.
It wasn’t his fault when the election was rigged, and the American people went crazy over that buffoon all those years ago. Some say he set off the chain reaction that led to the fall of democracy, while others say he was just a reflection of the worst parts of ourselves. Either way, according to the plans, he wasn’t meant to come to power, but after he did, everything went to shit. That was before my time.
She looked rough, wild, and filthy as fuck. Yet still fucking breathtaking.
She was the kind of pretty I’d only read about in books, the kind that could never get transferred into real life. She was wretchedly filthy, disgusting, so how the fuck was she so stunning? It was entirely too bothersome.
“It means that if you won’t claim her as your pet, I’ll be making her mine. I hope you haven’t entrusted too many secrets to her; she’ll be screaming them all out with my cock between her legs.” He smirked, turning his back to Father Frollo and walking back the way we came.
“I told you to get rid of that stray, Santorini. She is not a student, and she cannot attend my lectures,” he said with a sneer. Sonny scoffed in response as I grew smaller at his words. “Keep your eyes off my property, holy man. I’ll only say it once.” He didn’t add the promise of a threat, he didn’t need to.
Sonny let out a dark chuckle, and even I knew the girl must have been deranged to think Sonny Santorini was a safer choice than me. Still, I didn’t know who the fuck
“For how long?” he spoke through clenched teeth, looking down at her. “What do you mean?” she asked. “How long did he have you living here?” he gritted out. “Always,
“What do you want from me?” I asked, unsure where I’d conjured the strength to find the words inside of me. “Everything,” he said, shaking his head, like he couldn’t believe I didn’t already realize it. “I want everything you can give me, including the air in your lungs. I want your blood. I want your life. I want your fucking death, Romina.”
It was sheer luck she was a functioning human being, and that likely had something to do with all the books she read.
“She’s got a safe word.” He frowned at me. “Stop ain’t it.”