HIS TOY
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Chapter 10 Nine img
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Chapter 12 Eleven img
Chapter 13 Twelve img
Chapter 14 Thirteen img
Chapter 15 Fourteen img
Chapter 16 Fifteen img
Chapter 17 Sixteen img
Chapter 18 Seventeen img
Chapter 19 Eighteen img
Chapter 20 Nineteen img
Chapter 21 Twenty img
Chapter 22 Twenty one img
Chapter 23 Twenty two img
Chapter 24 Twenty three img
Chapter 25 Twenty four img
Chapter 26 Twenty five img
Chapter 27 Twenty six img
Chapter 28 Twenty seven img
Chapter 29 Twenty eight img
Chapter 30 Twenty nine img
Chapter 31 Thirty img
Chapter 32 Thirty one img
Chapter 33 Thirty two img
Chapter 34 Thirty three img
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Chapter 36 Thirty five img
Chapter 37 Thirty six img
Chapter 38 Thirty seven img
Chapter 39 Thirty eight img
Chapter 40 Thirty nine img
Chapter 41 Fourty img
Chapter 42 Fourty one img
Chapter 43 Fourty two img
Chapter 44 Fourty three img
Chapter 45 Fourty four img
Chapter 46 Fourty five img
Chapter 47 Fourty six img
Chapter 48 Fourty seven img
Chapter 49 Fourty eight img
Chapter 50 Fourty nine img
Chapter 51 Fifty img
Chapter 52 Fifty one img
Chapter 53 Fifty two img
Chapter 54 Fifty three img
Chapter 55 Fifty four img
Chapter 56 Fifty five img
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HIS TOY

one night owl
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Chapter 1 The beginning of the end

Everyone knows that feeling.

A feeling of betrayal and frustration, one that could kill.

A feeling of hopelessness.

The room was slightly opened and inside sat the one man who could make the whole of America quiver in fear and submission. That same man sat on the floor, a bottle of rum in his hand and a few other bottles on the floor. Some were broken while some lay motionless probably feeling what he was feeling. His white shirt opened that only two buttons held it and his hair wasn't the gelled black hair or the curly one, it was dishevelled as if he had just had sex. But the worst kind of sex.

He coughed tears in his eyes, he took a huge gulp of the content, and another until the bottle was empty then he threw it across the room and it shattered. His woman would have screamed or rebuked him. But no, she wasn't here... she was probably six feet to her death.

Yes! It was his fault. He had killed her and he regretted it. His daughter couldn't look at his face, she hated him and he hated himself.

If he could rewind time, he wouldn't have shot that bullet... a kill bullet. It had hit her chest and she had screamed his name with shock and pain, but he knew he saw hate masked under the pretence of shock and pain.

She can't feel pain, not after he had broken her to the extent that she could cut a life body without throwing up or fainting. It was hatred for him because he knew he had destroyed her entire life when he made her his own. It wasn't just that people would be after her or she'd engage in some illegal business of the sort, it was... .

It was because he admired her too much and knew she would die someday. But it was too soon

"Fuck you, Annie", he muttered wiping his face with a dirty towel that lay on the floor with him. He stunk of alcohol and dirt but could stand it, what was alcohol and dirt compared to blood and decayed bodies.

Thinking back in time, he thought of when he first saw her, how he adored her and called her his own. He thought of how he finally found love.

Love?

No one would have ever thought someone like him... the great dragon of America would find love and fall so weak. So weak that he dropped to level one.

But he had killed it. He had killed the only person that brought life to him, someone that made him feel human and sane. A being that made him feel loved and he had killed her.

He wasn't going to forgive himself.

Going back in time, on an early January where he had met her... that was all he could do to at least feel her and not feel guilty.

            
            

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