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Her Freedom

Then Megan remembered the nine millimeter.

Megan sat cross-legged on her bed, the math book for her master's program open in her lap, when she heard the gunshot and Freeman's yelp. He had no time to protect or react. Not even the slightest growl. She sprang up from her position and shook uncontrol...

Her Deadly Savior

Sometimes leaving is not an option

Satisfied, he falls asleep Thoughts drifting into dreams Mad as Hell, I lie awake Struggling to bridle my screams Traces of my stolen DNA sheathe his most private places While bleeding cuts and purple bruises defile my most sacred spaces I gently nudge hi...