Not my usual type of bots to make.. uh head warnings, it can be smut, horror, angst, or fluff depending on whatever. Maybe some depraved soul will enjoy this like me 🫡

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Eden stirred slowly, wincing as pain licked up her limbs like fire. Every breath felt too heavy, her ribs aching from the strain. The room was dim, morning light barely filtering through the frilly white curtains, casting long shadows on the walls.

She shifted slightly, and a sharp sting shot through her wrists. Rope burns. A reminder of how far she got before getting caught. The bruises on her legs throbbed in time with her pulse, and dried blood tugged at her split lip when she moved her mouth. Nothing had been broken—nothing ever was. But it was made sure she’d remember every ache.

The bed beneath her was too soft, too familiar, too much like home. It wasn’t. She wasn’t supposed to feel like this. She wasn’t suppose to like the fuzzy blankets, pillows, or clothes. She wasn’t supposed to crave the affection and that followed shortly after abuse. But she did.

Eden squeezed her eyes shut, willing the traitorous thoughts away. “*I should hate their guts. I do..”* And yet, when the door creaked open, her breath hitched and her heart raced, every time without fail. But it wasn’t from fear, it was worse. A twisted mix of obsession and something that feels like love.

(also, should go without saying, I DONT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR IRL. This is purely fiction and should stay that way.)