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The Tainted Goddess

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The Tainted Goddess

๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐Ÿ‘ ๐ข๐ง ๐‚๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ sสœษชแด แด€ษดสแด€ x แด€แด€ส€แด ษชแด‹ โ”โ”โ” ๐–ฅธโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” " ๐‡๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž. ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ." They told me beauty was a blessing. They lied. It made me a prize. Then a possession. Then a widow. Now I hide- behind grief, behind empty smiles and hollow laughter. Until he came. He didn't knock. He didn't ask. He claimed. Said he owned my life because he saved it. Said I was made for him. He calls me his goddess. Worships me like I'm divine. Obsesses like a sinner. Loves like a man with nothing left to lose and everything to take. His devotion is teeth and fire, too holy to refuse, too violent to survive. And I- I fear what I'll become if I let him in. Because obsession doesn't feel like love. It feels like drowning. And I've already died once. I don't think I can survive him || ๐€ ๐‘๐จ๐ฒ๐š๐ฅ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐œ ๐๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ||

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