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BABY'S POINT OF VIEW It's official, I have completely lost my mind along with my voice. I don't know how long I've been awake, but my throat is on fire. When I tried to say Charles's name, no sound ever came out. My hands are bound to a link that's attached to a collar on my neck that's also bound to the wall. All of my movements are limited. The room in which I'm imprisoned is very small, with padded and blue-colored walls. It has a high ceiling but it's very suffocating for my current state of mind. My aunt was shot dead and there was no one to blame but me. I should have fought harder for her to come with us. My blood is full of hatred. I wanted to inflict so much harm on Charles. All I could think about was putting an end to this agony, and the only way to do so, is to avenge my aunt's untimely death. I plan to do my best to keep my emotions under control. This is the biggest mistake I've made time and again: acting on my emotions rather than using my brain. I laid flat on t
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BABY My heart raises as the pain of loosing the person I wanted to protect comes back to me. Peter's friendly manner gives me mockery of failing to protect the one person I cherish the most. I clenched my fist under the table, I feel it shaking real bad. "I knew you would look better in blonde." Brenda says while she gets up. "I will mess you up soon darling Baby." She says letting out a chuckle, bowing a little to Peter and walks away. I look at her in disgust hearing her creepy remarks, I decided not to saying anything, engaging will only provoke her to stay longer. "Still quiet are we?" Peter sits back on his chair and sips on his coffee. "Please eat." His tone was commanding. I looked at the table and I didn't see any knives as everything is pre-cut. Even the forks are tiny however my will to kill him grows every second. I can break the coffee cup and slit his throat with one of the pieces. A tall blonde server interrupted my train of thinking by appearing out of nowhere and b
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CHARLES'S POINT OF VIEW The Belle sister, as I've come to know that alias. Now it's only a matter of time before Baby's sister will come for her. I need to find her first before she can take my girl away from me. My idiot brother is so desperate that he will hire anyone without conducting his own background checks in order to get ahead. How the hell did Peter not know that these retrievers were under Madonna? Killing Madonna will create a fresh tempest; she is successful not just because of her skills, but also because of the lowlifes she has aided throughout her miserable life. This needs a load of planning for advance damage control before the word gets out she's been murdered. I swiped a command to activate a team and begin silencing anyone associated with Madonna. A true headache Madonna was, once she had crossed. I looked at her corpse, laying on a metal bed, ready for cremation. As soon as I walked away, I could hear them locking her body up to be turned into ashes. I'm sure
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BABY To remain firm under this circumstances that I am in now is far from possible. Just one touch by Charles my body surrenders and melts on the spot. It's difficult to yield such misfortune which faith brought me. I have look into all my option and even death is out of the equation. So this is how my world is now! A world without our Aunt Madonna. Looking back the whole time, she's always been the one who has perfected each successful plan. I had it wrong all along, Carly and I didn't know what we were doing on the last pledge we have taken. I blame myself for I already knew that project was too easy, I should have put my foot down and fought Carly back to say no to that pledge. I woke up, as expected Charles has once again healed me with Nanogex. My hair is back to being dark again and he is nowhere to be found. I don't dare ask for him or where I am for its obvious they're too loyal or perhaps scared to tell my anything. I'm no longer in the city; He's brought me someplace I'l
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CARLY'S POINT OF VIEW A nice cool snapping crisp sound echoed through the whole room as my boxing gloves met the long-hanging punch bag. This sound calms my nerves as another sleepless night knocks on me. I haven't worked out in a long time, and I can't recall the last time I did while I was attempting to concentrate on my breathing. As I prepare for the greatest battle of my life, I attempt to harness all of my rages and punch it out.I beat the bag with all of my strength, and every blow is equivalent to the amount of craziness I'm building up inside of my head. I despise how my mind ignores and pushes it all the way back into my brain, the thought that one day, all of the new-found pleasure I'm experiencing, which includes happiness, satisfaction, and fulfillment all rolled into one, will be taken away by some unseen force. As guilt crept in, I began kicking the bag, and my very own blood was sacrificed in order to achieve it.Happiness.The last two and a half years have been not
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BABY'S POINT OF VIEW My life has devolved into a tangle of unfortunate events. The point of threatening the people I care about has no end. Now I am set to have a union with the most ruthless man I have ever met. The same man who threatened me has now given me the option of choosing my freedom over the lives of those who care about me. I'm sick to my stomach that I am being forced to call this wicked person my husband. This "proposal," as he refers to it, is something I would never expect from him, given that he has already taken everything from me."Baby, I want you to agree to be my wife."The sun had already gone down. Charles' assertion that I hadn't seen the whole area was suddenly illuminated by precisely constructed, brilliant, cool-toned led lights outlining the edges surprised me. I was totally disconnected from the discussion because all of my thoughts were focused on why he wants me to be legally bound to him. When he stood up from his seat, I was startled out of my trance
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BABY'S POINT OF VIEWThe punishment for resisting him end up making me bleed down below for two days. The pounding I've received after the first round wasn't as smooth. He deliberately shove himself inside me roughly the whole night. Whatever he injected me made my body weak, followed by a bad headache that went away after five days.The day would repeat itself, with Charles leaving early in the morning and returning to me after lunch. We had relentless sex the whole time we were in this place. He didn't give me a second's peace. It seemed as though he was attempting to reach some kind of scoring average. He'd never been aggressive before, so what had he put into me to make him this way? I haven't asked him what's in it yet, but I'm not sure it's a good idea since my reluctance has irritated him.That wasn't the case today. I awoke next to him in the same bed. After being here with him for a few months now I could see that he was in a more pleasant frame of mind.He grins and tells me
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BABYWhen I think of returning to civilization, I get a sense of nostalgia that transports me back to my past self. My mind is urging me to escape away from it all once again. The moment I walked into this jumbo aircraft, my attention was immediately drawn to the items I might utilize for survival. My retriever instincts kicked in almost immediately. I can easily create a decompression in this aircraft, and I've seen how this plane can safely land on terrain or water.All of this is repressed by a simple grip on the leg with his single touch. Charles puts his hand on my thigh, gently squeezing it and putting it dangerously near to my front bottom to remind me that I am his possession as I was seated next to him.His methods for teaching me not to flinch or deflect his touches, regardless of who is in front of us, are deeply etched in my mind.One of the first times was while we were eating breakfast and a maid came in to swiftly bring us the remainder of the entrée; out of shame, I im
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