“Police! Open up!” My heart pumped poison. My fear of the police was given at birth. I heard the door open and tried to turn around but from where I was, I couldn’t see past the walls caging the kitchen from the house. “Mr Slade, please step away, we have a warranty to search the property.” “What do you want?” He groaned out. “We are looking for Miss Daisy Johnson.” What the hell!? I nearly screamed that I was in the kitchen in panic but decided to shut my mouth up. “You could go rummaging through my house or I could take you to her,” Peter talked calmly. “Daisy!” Any warmth I had just vanished from my body as my dad’s voice echoed in the house. “You son of a bitch, where is my daughter! Daisy!” Oohh God, Oohh God! “Mr Johnson, please stand back and let us do our job.” “I want my daughter!”I heard some commotion. “Stand back, stand back!” I was about to jump off the counter but held myself, recalling my foot. “Mr Slade, please show us where Miss Johnson is.” I heard
I was tired of the berating. “You have gone insane. I never should have let you leave! You lied to us! Turned yourself into a whore!” My father stopped, five minutes passing before he began again. Answering him only enabled him more so I resigned to closing my eyes and leaned on my mother’s shoulder. The fact that I was twenty four and could make my own decisions did nothing for my dad. “You are never leaving the farm ever again!” It felt like the drop of prison bars. I imagined running back to the police station and opening a case against my own father. Imagining it was all I could do because I felt so hopeless as my father threw out one life sentence after another. I still couldn’t understand Peter’s words. What did he mean he wanted me to leave? He literally gave me away. He didn’t come to get me at the police station. I tried prolonging the departure from the police station but as soon as my father realized they weren’t opening a case against Slade, he blew a fuse and dragge
DAISYONE MONTH LATER The sun sank over the horizon. I straightened, my back aching. I could hear my little brother playing ahead with the dogs. “We are heading in earlier today,” Harry, one of our farm helpers said, carrying his large bottle of water. “Okay.” Was all I said, dreading walking back to the house because every part of my body was painful. I took a few minutes just standing there before I walked back to the house. My dad stood a bit further from the porch talking with the men. Since being back he barely said ten words to me and I didn’t mind. I understood, I hurt him but also I did not regret anything I did. “Daisy, you shouldn’t be out there for so long, especially with your leg.” Mom’s voice stopped me in my tracks and I smiled at her. I wished I could talk to her more and just hug her but I refrained. “I just wanted to help out, at least the hard part is over for now.” We were weeding and planting. It had been a long couple of weeks. Mom smiled, walking to grip m
The girl’s head shot up with her eyes. I narrowed my eyes at her, hoping it was as dangerous as I thought it looked. She quickly looked down to her computer then quickly picked up the work phone. I watched from the corner of the eye as the other’s stole glances at me. “Good evening sir, there is Mrs Daisy here to see Mr Slade,” ‘Wife’, I mouthed for the girl to say. “His wife,” The woman added reluctantly, not believing. It didn’t matter if they believed or not, I just needed the word to get to the top. “Yes sir,” The woman said, her eyes coming back to mine. I gave her a questioning look because I couldn’t take the suspense. “He is passing the call through to the main secretaries.” “Okay, thanks.” I nodded. The secretaries knew me right? Hopefully they would pass the call and if he was not there, they would call his personal cell and let him know I was there. What if Slade was not even in the country? I fought to not succumb to the fear coursing through me. “ Yes sir,” The la
Slade held the key to my room in his hand. I followed after his guards, him further away. No longer was I allowed to be next to him. I heard the door click open after Slade swiped the key card on the door. He pushed in and the guards followed.He took me to a hotel, a really fancy hotel. I can’t tell you what I felt, what I was thinking. I felt like I was just floating around. The lights in the room were nearly blinding. I walked aimlessly in the room before I stopped at the center. It was a large room and looked beyond anything I could imagine but to me all was fuzzy. For a few seconds nothing but silence filled the room. “Leave us,” Slade’s voice disturbed that silence, letting me know the final goodbye was coming now. I wished I was stronger. I wished I could see myself getting through this sane but at that point I was drowning. I heard the main door close and we were alone. I heard him place the key card down. “Check out will be at two tomorrow,” I heard movement then caug
This is for the girls that have pure hearts but dark and twisted fantasies. Let’s walk on the edge of the knife together. Disclaimer: In no way or form does the author condone gender-based violence and any assault, especially on women. When a woman says no, a man should listen, understand, and do as told. This is a work of fiction with dark fantasies brought to life. Trigger warnings: Violence, Explicit Language, self-harm, sex, and Non-consensual sexual activities. The male leads are not morally gray, they are just bad bad men. Book tropes: Age gap, Non-consensual, forced marriage, mafia, strong and fierce female lead, and dark romance. BOOK 1: THE EXTERMINATOR'S WIFE SERENE’S P.O.V “It’s time.” Time for my slaughter. Time for my demise. Time for the end of me. I balled my hands into fists, ready to swing them to anyone who dared carry me out of the car. I knew it was futile though. I knew resisting would make the matter worse. Never had a thought ever passed throug
‘I should go back.’ I thought. ‘No, it’s too late.’ I argued. I ran my hands through my hair, ripped out the veil, and threw it down forcefully. I was fucked and I knew it. I shook so hard that even my lips trembled. “What have I done?” I paced back and forth, my eyes skittishly moving in every direction. As soon as the doors of the bus opened I jumped in. There was no way I could escape. There was no way I would survive this. If Slade didn’t kill me first then my supposed husband would skin me alive. The image of him had me shudder again. Eyes so dark they almost seemed to swallow the light, with barely any soul in them. The tattoo could be seen peaking from his shirt and the scorn on his face had made it clear he had already been pissed. He would kill me with his bare hands. I was sure they were gigantic themselves. I shrieked in my seat, folding my arms around my body. I was doomed. “Hey, are you okay?” I jumped as a man touched my side. I nodded my head withou
Trigger warning: This chapter contains non-consensual sexual activity. I was dropped off three hours later in the middle of nowhere. We had left civilization thirty minutes back, just the driver and I. God knows where the other cars had gone. I was raw, staring up at the medium-sized glass house. The glass was dark, sending a shiver down my body. It looked like an expensive and fancy prison I would not be able to escape. Trees were all that rounded it, a tall wire keeping who knows what out. The air was cold, the sun sending its goodbyes. I walked up, opened the door as the car drove to the garage. A smaller house stood just a few miles from where I was heading but it was still in the compound. I took the steps up, raw with emotion. I did not know where my husband was and what I would meet in the house. The handle was pushed down and the door gave way. Did he just leave his house unlocked? “ Hello?” It felt like the start of a scary movie. No one answered, my voice