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About K.R. RUTH
That's how you're WARNED: she can confuse the h*ll out of you.
Also, you can see her accounts almost in all the social platforms, posting nothing at all.
Because she's--anti-climatically--anti-social, but stubbornly refuses to believe that tragic factor.
You can't see her anywhere other than in her crate, tapping heavily on her phone and drinking gallons of caffeine to stay awake and sane.
And then she passes out, when humans are busy working, and finally, wakes up along with Zombies to rule the night.
Call me, dude, I'm always available.
Keep in touch with her:
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“Break up with him!”
No, that’s not chapter one.
But those were the ever-first four words Jake Vance spoke to me when we were 18 years old.
Also, the following chapters weren’t just the encounters, but those had been my unnegotiable nightmares.
Then followed the middle chapters that had blank papers.
Empty stage with muted music surrounding us.
Again, that didn’t last forever.
Because the most-unprepared chapters are waiting for me.
Jake Vance, the wrathful God and the anointed Devil, is carved from a glacier.
Punched you with his green eyes and smirked at you to swallow you whole.
Need I say more? Then hear me out.
He wants me, the way he wanted me back then, just to ruin me.
Thoughtlessly, fate made me come face-to-face with the Devil.
And I’m in deep, deep trouble like the way inhaling my next breath could put me in danger.
Yes, Danger is his middle name.
And, oh-so hauntingly Divine drops to knees, surrendering before Danger.
Also, I fear that there will not be a heart-smiling, floating-on-air epilogue but a heart-breaking, cliff-hanger ending.
I pretend there is no future, and so it is.
My past was more enough, and I’m done dealing with anything that’d pull me out of my past.
So, I decided and started the life with my past, along the way, building a new regime.
Up until now, I found myself, where I shouldn’t be at. Above all, I was being handed to an unknown.
And the unknown seems like glitter and screams ‘Future’.
I ask to God only one thing, please, do not hand me over to him, because I can’t breathe in more poison.
Zach, the deadly poison, I was forced to inhale right away.
Now, my death has been determined and it’d be slow and torturous.
I don’t hate the job, which my Underboss—Rion—was assigning to me.
But right now, I wanted to lodge the ammo into someone’s skull, and exactly, the picture in my hand is being a welcome lodging point.
Unexpectedly, only to find the picture in my hand, too evidently trying to add new lines over my calloused palm—sometimes those lines feel heavy and sometimes feather light—and so is the woman in the picture. The uninvited and newly invented trouble I’m just staring at.
Besides, I’m a sucker for Trouble with capital T. That’s why I was going to make this trouble #AllMine at some point.
Also, the new trouble is playing a game, and I was tempted to give her a new safe word. And she’d be using it, especially when I tap my name across her dead heart. Slowly and gradually and deeply, I’d be inside her—definitely, pun intended.
And I am in!
She will play it, only by my screwed up rules.
My unannounced marriage...felt like a deep void.
Felt like an open wound rubbed with sandpaper.
Felt like shards of glass shoved brutally beneath my throat.
Because after exchanging our wedding bands, I was questioned and kissed, kissed and questioned by Kain Riordan right there at the altar.
Who would be asking such disturbing questions to his lawfully wedded wife?
Also, I think I just fell for him right there in his arms.
Besides that, I realized it was way too late, especially when fate brought the cracked-up voice to life, from my past.
I was torn between love and fate!
And I was about to choose.
Love was my weapon.
Fate was my battlefield.
So, how was I supposed to rearrange those two puzzles?
I was Mia and I was the only fitting solution for the two given puzzles.
I pissed everybody out of my life. I cave in my empty life, but I am happy and through. Yes, I pledged myself to solitude. I locked all the doors shut ever since I was too young. I don’t even know I was going to hide behind them, and most apparently from reality.
Now, he—I don’t even know my captor—banged all the doors and walked in (to my life). His reputation pisses and scares the hell out of me. All he says, he owns me, and asks me to go (kidnapped me) along with him. If I don’t comply he threatens to ruin me (not to death) but to survive and live along the serious burn injuries (mentally).
Talking is just taboo to me.
Gini, she is going to spend her lifetime as my wife, whether she likes it or not. It’s all sealed. If she fights me, I’d chain her. I wouldn’t think twice to it.
She ain’t going anywhere unless I decide on it.
That’s all you should know about me. I hate talking. I am a type who’d fucking love to show it.
Because I am beyond borderline douche. A double-douche.