𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎
❝ You will always and forever be Made For My Control Kyra, just as I was designed to be under yours ❞
𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 a woman with passion and a fiery heart. As the youngest and only daughter in her family, she's always felt the immense pressure of following in the footsteps of her two perfect and successful older brothers. Forced to disregard, and throw away her unfitting dark desires she becomes just that. The perfect daughter, with the perfect life constructed by a distressful article of exposure. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 until him. He stripped her raw and bared her naked with the gnawing, sullen, inclination that she hid well for so long. For a decade. And as he continued by all means to control her. Make her his. She was met with an impossible decision. To either run and escape her unfeeling psychopath obsessor, or to embrace the gloaming iniquity that he so desperately wanted her to accept. But the question remains, will she succeed in her attempt of an escape? Or will she only fall deeper into the Mexican devil's arms with every fight she implements?
𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.
Started: 04/10/23
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