Tattoos fill his hands that sneak out from the bottom of his sleeves. I do as commanded, starting with his hands. I turn in the man’s grip, my eyes closed. The echoing of heavy boots now a loud pulse behind me. “Turn around, Tillie…” I hear more footsteps. His hand travels up my stomach and near my throat. My stomach clenches, goosebumps breaking out over my skin. I’ll turn those whispers into roars and bring every man to his knees. I feel the whispers of my ancestors echoing through my veins. His fingertips run up and down my arms, igniting that same flame. Do you feel it?” his voice whispers against me and my eyes close. “No…” I shake my head, panic gripping at my heart.Ī familiar body presses against my back. What I was not expecting, was for them both to drop to one knee, their heads bowed. Maybe grab me and try to drag me out of here to kill me. I wait for them to say something, anything. There’s a stretch of silence that seems to vibrate around us at a resonance that’s silent on ears. Her story is not like the rest of them, because her story is dead.They both look between each other and then look back at me. I’m Nate Riverside-Malum, the one your girl whispers about to her friends and whose initials are scratched down your back.
My name is Tillie Stuprum, and my story is not like the rest.Everything she thought she knew is a fabricated version of the truth. Her eyes may not glisten with stars, but they roar with fire, and when she finally reaches her peak, it’s that same fire that will burn. Those secrets were guarded by the boys that were about to smash her world open and tear it all apart…He may be a Malum, but she is a Stuprum, born into this world but neglected by the choice of her mother.
Sucked into a dark vortex of lies, hate, and deceit, and spat out by money, glitz, and power.There were things this little girl didn’t know, things she was about to find out and secrets that have been kept from her. One day, she fell down The Elite Kings’ rabbit hole.
Love is savage, love is blind, love is something they may not find… Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in a battered trailer, a girl from the wrong side of the tracks.
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