Hello! Welcome to my second book here on Wattpad.
This is different from what I usually read/write and I’m very excited to create it. I started writing this on May 5-2020, and this is my first update, May 8-2020.
Lmao, guys look at that haha, ^ I took it down, and yeah.
I’m writing this story for me because this is what I want to read. They say to write for yourself and not for the satisfaction of others, that’s what this is.
WARNING!! This book contains mature content. If that is not for you- please leave. My mature content includes, but is not limited to- cursing, violence, sexual scenes, triggering scenes. There will be no warning before each chapter. THIS IS YOUR WARNING!!
BY SEXUAL SCENES- it is up to the reader to depict scenes as they want, if they find issues throughout- they might claim it as RAPE. Warning.
BEFORE I get any bitchy comments- no, I’m not fucking romanticizing abuse- Jesus fucking Christ. If that’s what you depict it as- then go ahead and do so- whatever your little mind pleases. HOWEVER, don’t put words into my mouth. It’s fucking aggravating.
This book belongs to me. No part of this may be reproduced, distributed, and/or transmitted in any form. This may include but is not limited to screenshots (photocopying), recording.
All images belong to me unless stated otherwise. If it is not mine, I will credit the source of where I obtained the image.
Any references to historical events, people, or places are used fictitiously. Characters, names, places are all figments of the author’s (mine) imagination.
So, without further ado, thank you for your time and enjoy reading,
I didn’t expect it. I didn’t expect to be snatched up like I was a Prada bag on clearance. But it happened.
He called me by a name that didn’t define me. Obsessed with an unnatural feature of mine. Artificial. Fanciful. He was in my day-to-day life and I didn’t even notice.
But he got me. He committed sin after sin, breaking commandments. And he had no plan on letting me go.
Stop it! Stop it right now!
This is a sin! I clamped my legs shut. He narrowed his eyes at me.
“Stop,” I mumbled. “This is a s-sin. It might not matter to you, but it matters to me,” I let out in an awkward voice.
I don’t know who I was, thinking he’d care.
“Jesus died for a reason,” he voiced and I frowned. “Spread your legs, you’re only hurting yourself, Lela.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. Of course he’d know my name. Why wouldn’t he? It didn’t make me feel better.
Started: May 8, 2020.