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Ragdoll Storm Clouds.
Rosie stood by Alex’s side, the warmth of his hand a stark contrast to the cold dread pooling in her stomach. She knew their journey to healing would be fraught with setbacks, but she didn’t anticipate how quickly things would spiral out of control.The following week started off well enough. Alex made a genuine effort to be more considerate, attending his therapy sessions without complaint and even sharing a few moments of tenderness with Rosie. But the shadow of his past behavior loomed large, and the slightest frustration would trigger his old temper.One afternoon, as Rosie was helping Alex with his exercises, he grew increasingly frustrated with his limitations. His anger boiled over when he failed to complete a particularly challenging movement."Damn it, Rosie!" he yelled, pushing her away. "I can’t do this! I’m useless!"Rosie stumbled back, her heart breaking at the sight of his anguish. "Alex, it's okay. You’re making progress. We just need to keep trying.""Progress?" Alex
Ragdoll Breaking Point.
Despite the fragile truce, tensions continued to simmer beneath the surface. Alex’s efforts to change were genuine, but his jealousy and insecurities often got the better of him, leading to explosive outbursts that left Rosie emotionally drained.One evening, as Rosie was preparing dinner, Alex rolled into the kitchen, his face set in a grim expression. "We need to talk," he said, his voice tight."Okay," Rosie replied, setting down the knife she was using to chop vegetables. "What’s on your mind?"Alex wheeled himself closer, his eyes locking onto hers. "I’ve been thinking about what you and Ryan said. About me needing to change.""And?" Rosie asked, her heart pounding in her chest."And I think I need help. Professional help," Alex admitted, his voice breaking. "I can’t do this on my own."Rosie’s eyes filled with tears of relief. "Thank you, Alex. That’s a huge step.""But there’s something else," Alex continued, his expression hardening. "I don’t trust Ryan. I don’t like the way h
Ragdoll Shattered Illusions.
Rosie and Ryan's departure left a palpable emptiness in the mansion. The echo of their absence hung in the air, a constant reminder to Alex of his crumbling world. Alone in his study, Alex stared out the window, his mind a tumult of anger, regret, and a desperate longing to change.He knew he had pushed Rosie too far, driven by his insecurities and fear of losing her. Now, he was left with the wreckage of his own making, but amidst the desolation, a small flicker of resolve began to take root.Days turned into weeks, and Alex found himself grappling with his emotions in solitude. He attended his physical therapy sessions with a renewed determination, driven not just by the desire to regain his strength but by the need to prove to himself and to Rosie that he could change.Dr. Emily Hart noticed the shift in Alex's demeanor during their sessions. He was less hostile, more focused, and increasingly open to her guidance. "You're doing great, Alex," she said one morning, as he completed a
Ragdoll The Unravelling.
The months following Rosie and Alex’s tentative reconciliation were marked by cautious optimism. Alex continued his therapy, both physical and psychological, and the changes in him were undeniable. He was becoming a better version of himself, the man Rosie had fallen in love with but never truly known.Rosie, too, was healing. Her relationship with Ryan grew stronger, though they kept it platonic out of respect for the complex emotions involved. She spent time at the mansion with Alex, helping him through his rehabilitation while maintaining her life at the cottage with Ryan.One evening, Rosie found herself at the mansion, sitting across from Alex in the study. The room, once filled with tension and resentment, now felt different—warmer, more hopeful."Rosie," Alex began, breaking the comfortable silence. "I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About everything we’ve been through."Rosie nodded, her heart pounding. "And what have you concluded?""I want to make things right," Alex said,
Ragdoll Room 1408.
The room is dimly lit, the air is filled with the smell of sex and alcohol; the guy lying next to the girl is panting heavily. She on the other hand is lying next to him, all curled up; soft whimpers are coming out of her lips. The guy wraps his muscular arms around her waist and pushes her a little away from him. She opens her eyes halfway through and stares at the guy, his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; his dark brown eyes are closed. His sharp features are glistening, when the little rays of the sun hits his face that is coming in through the window. Forwarding her hand, she caresses his thin lower lip with her index finger and closes her eyes.
Ragdoll Rouge Lipstick.
This was her way to get back at him, somewhere deep within she always wanted what his fiancé had. She wanted him to flaunt her around in his arms and tell the world that she makes him happy but the world would never know that and she knows it very well. Alex will not take her out with him nor want to be seen out with her in public after all his family name was at stake. Her eyelids become heavy and soon sleep start taking over her. She rests her head on the window and lets her hair cover up her face while a tear drop escapes from her eyes. Love never came to her, she always kept yearning for it and it feels like it won’t come to her ever.
Ragdoll His to Abuse.
It has been a few days since Rosie and Alex had that incident, she has been upset lately, just thinking why hasn’t he call her to him yet? Why isn’t he contacting her? Are they done? They can’t be done; she won’t be able to handle the fact that they are done. Her body and soul is his, if he doesn’t let her see him again she might die. That’s what her thinking is; the thinking of a stupid, mindless girl. Her face is gloomy every since that day, not once has she smiled. The bags under her eyes tell the lack of sleep she is having, just because Alex Anderson isn’t calling her to him. He has her all wrapped around his fingers, even with all the pain he puts her through she still wants to go to her. The loud alarm r
Ragdoll Whiskey on the Rocks.
"Make me a drink." He says not even sparing her a glance. No apologies are going to be made as usual and she’s going to forgive him even though he didn't ask for it. Without a word she walks to the side bar in the suite and starts making his go to drink. It's whiskey on the rocks, a memory pops up in her head of him wanting her to try it, when she did it made her throat burn, like he makes her heart burn. She walks to him and stands in front of him with the drink. He takes it from her hand without looking at her. She keeps on standing in front of him as if she is dazed. "Get on your knees." He says while taking a sip of the drink. She does as told andkneels down in front of him, with her hands resting behind her back. Alex finally looks at her and he stares at her for while, with an expressionless face. She is feeling hap
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The months following Rosie and Alex’s tentative reconciliation were marked by cautious optimism. Alex continued his therapy, both physical and psychological, and the changes in him were undeniable. He was becoming a better version of himself, the man Rosie had fallen in love with but never truly known.Rosie, too, was healing. Her relationship with Ryan grew stronger, though they kept it platonic out of respect for the complex emotions involved. She spent time at the mansion with Alex, helping him through his rehabilitation while maintaining her life at the cottage with Ryan.One evening, Rosie found herself at the mansion, sitting across from Alex in the study. The room, once filled with tension and resentment, now felt different—warmer, more hopeful."Rosie," Alex began, breaking the comfortable silence. "I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About everything we’ve been through."Rosie nodded, her heart pounding. "And what have you concluded?""I want to make things right," Alex said,
Ragdoll Shattered Illusions.
Rosie and Ryan's departure left a palpable emptiness in the mansion. The echo of their absence hung in the air, a constant reminder to Alex of his crumbling world. Alone in his study, Alex stared out the window, his mind a tumult of anger, regret, and a desperate longing to change.He knew he had pushed Rosie too far, driven by his insecurities and fear of losing her. Now, he was left with the wreckage of his own making, but amidst the desolation, a small flicker of resolve began to take root.Days turned into weeks, and Alex found himself grappling with his emotions in solitude. He attended his physical therapy sessions with a renewed determination, driven not just by the desire to regain his strength but by the need to prove to himself and to Rosie that he could change.Dr. Emily Hart noticed the shift in Alex's demeanor during their sessions. He was less hostile, more focused, and increasingly open to her guidance. "You're doing great, Alex," she said one morning, as he completed a
Ragdoll Breaking Point.
Despite the fragile truce, tensions continued to simmer beneath the surface. Alex’s efforts to change were genuine, but his jealousy and insecurities often got the better of him, leading to explosive outbursts that left Rosie emotionally drained.One evening, as Rosie was preparing dinner, Alex rolled into the kitchen, his face set in a grim expression. "We need to talk," he said, his voice tight."Okay," Rosie replied, setting down the knife she was using to chop vegetables. "What’s on your mind?"Alex wheeled himself closer, his eyes locking onto hers. "I’ve been thinking about what you and Ryan said. About me needing to change.""And?" Rosie asked, her heart pounding in her chest."And I think I need help. Professional help," Alex admitted, his voice breaking. "I can’t do this on my own."Rosie’s eyes filled with tears of relief. "Thank you, Alex. That’s a huge step.""But there’s something else," Alex continued, his expression hardening. "I don’t trust Ryan. I don’t like the way h
Ragdoll Storm Clouds.
Rosie stood by Alex’s side, the warmth of his hand a stark contrast to the cold dread pooling in her stomach. She knew their journey to healing would be fraught with setbacks, but she didn’t anticipate how quickly things would spiral out of control.The following week started off well enough. Alex made a genuine effort to be more considerate, attending his therapy sessions without complaint and even sharing a few moments of tenderness with Rosie. But the shadow of his past behavior loomed large, and the slightest frustration would trigger his old temper.One afternoon, as Rosie was helping Alex with his exercises, he grew increasingly frustrated with his limitations. His anger boiled over when he failed to complete a particularly challenging movement."Damn it, Rosie!" he yelled, pushing her away. "I can’t do this! I’m useless!"Rosie stumbled back, her heart breaking at the sight of his anguish. "Alex, it's okay. You’re making progress. We just need to keep trying.""Progress?" Alex
Ragdoll Unsteady Ground.
Days turned into weeks, and while Alex's attempts to change were inconsistent, there were moments of progress. Rosie clung to these glimpses of improvement, hoping they were signs of a better future. Ryan continued to be her rock, offering quiet support and gentle encouragement whenever she needed it.One rainy afternoon, Rosie was in the library, organizing the bookshelves. She found solace in the quiet room, the scent of old books providing a comforting distraction from the tension that still lingered in the house. As she worked, she heard the familiar sound of Alex's wheelchair approaching."Rosie?" he called out, his voice softer than usual."I'm here," she replied, turning to face him.Alex wheeled himself into the room, his expression unreadable. "I wanted to apologize for the other day. I know I’ve been... difficult."Rosie nodded, her heart softening. "I appreciate that, Alex. I know this isn't easy for you."He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I just feel so useless sometimes. A
Ragdoll Shifting Sands.
Rosie returned to the mansion with a sense of determination she hadn’t felt in months. She needed to find balance in her life and address Alex's treatment of her, but she also knew she couldn't do it alone. As she approached the front door, she heard the low rumble of an engine and turned to see Ryan, parking the sleek black car in the driveway.Unlike the other staff who had left after Alex's accident, Ryan stayed, not just out of loyalty, but also because of a growing affection for Rosie."Hey, Rosie," Ryan called out as he stepped out of the car. "Everything okay?"She forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside her. "Hi, Ryan. Just got back from town."Ryan studied her face, his expression softening with concern. "You look like you could use a break. Want to take a walk around the grounds with me? Clear your head a bit?"Rosie hesitated, glancing back at the house where Alex awaited. But the idea of a brief escape, even within the estate's confines, was too tempting to resis
Ragdoll Fractured Realties.
Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the mansion, casting a muted glow over the room. Rosie stirred from a fitful sleep, her body aching from the tension she carried. She knew Alex would be awake soon, and the day's routine would begin anew. She took a deep breath, willing herself to find the strength to face him.In the kitchen, Rosie prepared breakfast with practiced efficiency. As she arranged the food on a tray, she heard the faint sound of Alex's wheelchair approaching. She turned to see him entering the room, his face set in a familiar mask of frustration and impatience."Good morning," she greeted him, forcing a smile.Alex barely acknowledged her, his eyes scanning the room with a critical gaze. "Is that all you made? You know I need more than this," he grumbled."I'm sorry, Alex. I'll get you more," Rosie replied quickly, adding extra portions to the tray. She placed it before him, her hands trembling slightly.As he ate, Rosie watched him, her heart aching wit
Ragdoll The Guilded Cage.
Rosie sat by the window, watching the sunlight filter through the heavy drapes. It’s been three years since everything crumbled. Rosie had seen hell with every second that had passed But love, as she had learned, could be a double-edged sword."Rosie!" Alex's voice echoed through the halls, sharp and demanding. The sound made her flinch, a reflex born from months of enduring his outbursts. She quickly rose from her seat and made her way to the study, where Alex spent most of his days.He sat behind a massive mahogany desk, its surface cluttered with papers and remnants of his past life. His eyes, once bright with ambition, were now clouded with bitterness. The accident had stolen more than just his mobility; it had taken his identity, leaving him a shadow of the man he used to be."Yes, Alex?" Rosie asked, her voice gentle but weary."Where's my medication? You know I need it by noon," he snapped, his hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair with white-knuckled intensity.Rosie no
Ragdoll Humility.
There’s a void surrounding the entire apartment, Ryan is still sitting on the couch with all the lights still off. He has been waiting for Rosie to come back home, it’s been like for a few days. Whenever he comes back home he finds an empty apartment. At times the insecurities creep in, all the thoughts of her not even caring for her, did she ever care for him or was all he was to her was a quick stop before she made up her mind. He knows he is nothing compared to Alex, he has it all but he loved her Alex did not, he never will. The rattling of the door pulls him out of his thoughts and looks at the direction of the door and sees Rosie enter. She looks exhausted, her face looks dull and she had a bruised right cheek. Ryan slowly stands up and walks to her and stops her before she could enter the bedroom. “Welcome home.” He pulls her to his chest and holds her in his embrace but she doesn’t hold her back, she just stands there like a dead person. “Rosie, this is not love.” He
