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Nerthus“Hey, babes,” I jerk up and see Jenna walking into Danny’s hospital room a little hunch-backed as if she was being extra careful. “How are you feeling, my love?” I start crying on the spot without even having the chance to greet her properly. She inhales as she reaches me quickly, crouching down to get in my line of sight. “Oh, babes! I’m so sorry!” She hugs me before leaning back to caress my arms with her thumbs as she continues to hold me. “They say that you aren’t eating and that you refuse any treatment but that won’t do you any good. And he would be the first to hate hearing that.” Gesturing towards Danny, she makes me turn around for a moment, sniffing. “I just can’t leave him alone. What if he wakes up?” “They will call you if he wakes up.” She argues, shaking me slightly. “He will be happy to see you, but only if he sees that you are doing fine. Imagine him finding out you were torturing yourself so much because of him.”Tilting her head, she moves herself more in
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Nerthus I hit the floor with a scream and for the first time, I hate my apartment with all my heart. Panic makes my chest squeeze as I think about the flats being luxuriously soundproof. “No!” I scream from the top of my lungs as I try to get him off me. “Let me go!” Francis finally gets hold of me properly despite my thrashing around and slams me into the ground, making my head spin. “Stop acting up!” I shut up as I feel like blacking out, my last clear thoughts making Arawn’s picture flicker in front of my inner eye as I think about possibilities to reach my phone. “Look at you. Living the best life in Upper Manhattan with the money you stole from me,” he snarls as I’m still trying to make my sight focus again. Slapping his hand away that tries to grab my face, I hiss, “I never stole anything from you!” He just snickers as he gets hold of my hands and delivers a slap on my cheek, making my world spin anew. “Just shut the fuck up, you whore.” Grabbing my face, he makes me lo
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Nerthus I jerk up panicky, blinking into the dark as Arawn’s strong hands hold my arms soothingly, making me calm down right away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to startle you,” he whispers. “Are you alright?” He seems to be able to look right into my soul as he lays his hand on my cheek, disintegrating the uncomfortable pins that Francis left on my skin. “Yes,” I whisper back, leaning into his touch as I get onto my knees to feel him closer. I can’t even remember how I got into bed, and I still seem to be fully clothed which is stupid as it will make him sense that something is wrong right away. “You didn’t pick up your phone. You know that I don’t like that,” he murmurs gently as he gets my jacket off me. “Are you sure that you are feeling alright?” I nod, stretching my arms into the air to help him slip my pullover off. “I was just so tired that I crashed right away. I’m sorry that I didn’t answer your calls.” “Don’t worry,” he says, studying my face. “It’s good that you slept
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Nerthus “I was still eating,” I say, crossing my legs at my ankles as I stand before him. Arawn is leaning against his limousine, a cigarette between his fingers. “You stopped eating days ago.” “What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, playing dumb. He scoffs, pushing himself off his car as he steps closer to me. “It’s been days that you have been acting strangely. You don’t eat, you cry for entire nights, and when you finally manage to fall asleep you have a nightmare which tears us both out of our sleep.” “You don’t have to keep sharing a bed with me if I’m bothering you like this.” I lower my gaze, biting my bottom lip. “That’s not what I was aiming to say, Nerthus,” he leans into me, his warm breath fanning my cheek. “But I’m not an idiot. There is something stressing you out and I can read you like an open book. So, what is it?” I turn my head away, shaking myself in the hopes of getting rid of the goosebumps he made rise on my skin. “What if there is someone else?” “Bullsh
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Arawn Amber: I’d love nothing more. I’m staring at the words on my screen as I sit in her dark and cold apartment. After hours of waiting, I ended up opening the bottle of wine to myself, which was a bad idea, seeing how pissed I already was sober. “What?” I answer Dario’s call in an annoyed tone before taking another swing from the bottle. “She was last seen at the airport, boss. Apparently, she was with a man. But we lost her traces there,” Dario informs me, and I groan. Perfect, right as I thought I would get a few guards off her back to make her BREATHE, she goes on a little trip with her boyfriend. How much more idiotic can I even get? “And?” I ask, sensing through the phone how fidgety Dario is. “We could get our hands on security cameras. It seems like they took a private plane.” I laugh, taking another sip. “Didn’t take her long to get another bit of luxury.” “We will send you the pictures right away, and we will interrogate the men at the hangars to find out where
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Nerthus “And we have a real gem over here. Beautiful Ms. Amber Flannings.” The man welcomes me on the stage with a big smile and I take the hand that he is offering me to get up the steps onto a little pedestal elegantly. I’ve always known how to present myself. Standing there in a flimsy short dress, my light blue underwear shimmering through, I prop up one of my arms to my side. I try my best to smile through the bids that start going as soon as I get up on the stage and the host has my CV on display. The host can barely follow them and the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach grows. I did my best to hide it from Arawn because I didn’t want him to get involved with my issues with my family and I would do anything to keep him and Danny safe. As I was preparing myself for this auction, I tried to convince myself that I could just get up here, get my cousin his money, spend the night with the one who bought me and get back to my life again. Maybe he could forgive me. Maybe Go
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Nerthus The man who steered me down here pushes me rather briskly, getting me to stumble into the dark room. Panic bubbles up my chest as they close the heavy door behind me, and I push down the urge to scream as darkness envelops me.Feeling another presence in the room, I take a deep breath, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dark. A narrow window must be placed rather high up the wall on my left side, as a feeble stream of moonlight gets into the room, enlightening my surroundings lightly. I still can’t make out most of it and I hate it. A few months ago, I would have been flirty with the man waiting before me, but I’m in no mood to please him. My buyer is sitting in a chair, his knees apart and his arms leisurely on the armrests. I literally jump as he speaks for the first time. He has a strange accent which I cannot grasp and his voice has something soothing and yet very disturbing. There is something wrong with it. “What are you doing? Are you waiting for some kind o
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Nerthus As I open my eyes, sunbeams are already streaming in from the narrow window up the wall. Due to the powerful sunbeams, I can finally make out some more details in the room. More than the wide bed, there is a leather armchair and a small round table in the room. I find myself asking about what such a room would be designed for. Arawn is lying on his front, hugging his pillow as he sleeps next to me peacefully, while is broad and muscular back is heaving lightly. How can a person alone hold so much beauty? I bite my bottom lip as I raise my hand carefully and touch his face with my fingertips before moving my hand through his hair gently. He smiles in his sleep and my heart skips a beat, fearing that he will catch me. Loving the feeling of his hair between my fingers, I continue to caress him gently. My heart flips as I stop moving and he groans. “Please, don’t stop. It feels good.” I start moving again and soon enough, his soft snores signal me that he fell back asleep
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