Screams rise from the tangled wild bushesβraw, desperate, terrifying.
Out of nowhere, a manβs voice rips through the chaos, soaked in pain and fear
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Raised For His Ruin|18+
"My father died with trust in his eyesβ He handed me to his best friend like a final prayer. He said, βTake care of her.β But he didnβt know Iβd been dreaming of his friendβs hands under my skin long before death made me an orphan. Now I live in his house, in his silence, in his shadow. He still wears black for my father. I wear it for the girl I used to be. He feeds me, shelters me, treats me like glassβ and I want to shatter at his feet. Every time he looks at me like a daughter, I die a little more. But I wonβt stay a child in his eyes forever. If grief couldnβt kill me, then love will. Because one day, heβll either touch meβ¦ or Iβll make sure he never forgets the girl he swore to protect."
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