Kayla King
@EclipsedAmatory
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You want to mark me, @ALawlessGod? I'll mark you back. |Parody | RP21+ | LawlessGod | #Flare | #Dare|
Stabbing him.
Joined June 2022
Having to rely on others to let you know what they truly feel makes you powerless and weak. Lawless God | RP21+ | Leader of NSC | The Ruthless King | Mom to twin girls; Celia and Olivia | Dyslexic | Good with numbers | Dark/triggering themes | Adult content | SLs/banter | MDNI
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-- earth. My stomach clearly agreeing as the food and company was met with a loud rumble. My arms raised, taking the plate between my hands and popping a solitary fry into my mouth before I held the plate still while he drew out his phone.
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-- delectable scent immediately invaded nasal passages once he pushed open the bedroom door. A groan of appreciation slipping past lips, unable to stop myself from licking my lips in anticipation. The burger and fries looking like the best meal to ever be prepared on this --
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-- company I'd experienced for the past couple of days. Stomach rumbled in anticipation for the meal soon to be handed over, after he had taken a couple of pictures of the plate for his Instagram, of course. Not that I minded, as starved for company as I currently was. The --
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-- would truly begin. Energy should be conserved, not wasted on attempts to remove the chain from its bolted position in the floor. Lips quirked with a smile, noting the foot steps drawing closer, recognising them as Nate's personal chef, delivering my next meal. The only --
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-- floundered. No, she would be plotting and smug over the shit storm she had landed me in. Falling down onto the bed with a sigh, tattooed fingers brushing through dark tresses before hands fisted in my lap. Nate was set to return today and with his arrival home the game --
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-- everything waiting for me on the outside. NSC needed their leader now more than ever with the shift of power to our enemies. Emma Scott would undoubtedly be leading my people to a culling without me out there to stop her. She wouldn't be sitting back while others --
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-- Pacing stopped, a waste of energy. I was better than this. I could get out of this. All it took was an opening and I could play nice long enough to see the cuff removed. Even if playing nice meant me on my knees, pleasuring the enemy. Small sacrifice, when compared to --
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-- in the first place. He was never meant to get out. Bare soles paced across the floor, dressed in nothing but an oversized T-shirt, able to access only that which was provided by a psychotic asshole. Killing me would be a kindness and Nathan White was anything but kind. --
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-- return, while the other half of me hoped he never did. Knowing well what he did to me. He made me weak. He made me feel good. He made me want it. Fuck! I needed to get out of here. Sooner rather than later. They were counting on me. This is why I had sent him to prison --
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-- My family, my crew, my freedom. No one knew where I was and they certainly wouldn't be looking for me here. Heart beating in patterns to the broken structure of thoughts consuming every second that I was forced to endure my own company. Part of me eager for Nate's --
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Ankle felt weighted by the chain cuffed to me, controlling just how far I was permitted to move in what had been declared my designated room. Ruthless King caged in a Mansion where the rich and shameless lived. Nate and Emma had played me. In one night I'd lost everything. --
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Don’t bother. You don’t have a choice. The only way you’re getting out of this house is if I’m dead or you’ve been fucked thoroughly. Lawless God | RP21+ | Sociopath | Dark/triggering themes | SLs/banter | MDNI | Leashing the Ruthless King |
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