Their Obsession duet
The Dancer
I was stolen.
Ripped from the people I love, and imprisoned in a medieval castle in Scotland with walls as thick and impenetrable as the stone encasing my kidnappers' hearts.
Do as they say and you’ll survive this place.
Refuse their orders and feel the consequences of their wrath.
Everyone here calls them The Masks.
I call them my enemy.
I may seem fragile, weak, but I’m not like all the rest.
I’m not just a dancer, or a singer, or a musician that they can loan out as entertainment to sick men and women.
I’m a fighter. I come from a long line of them.
This time they stole the wrong girl, and these walls…?
They’ll come crashing down even if I have to rip them apart myself, brick by bloody brick.
The Masks
We took her.
A payment for a debt. A very personal one.
With our father “The Collector” dead, we are the heirs to a twisted dynasty with nothing but revenge in our hearts, blood on our hands, and darkness in our souls.
Our home bears witness to our cruelty.
The prisoners within it, scarred by our wrath.
We’re the soulless creatures as twisted as any monster real or imagined.
We steal, thieving not just the artist themselves, but the light that makes them shine bright.
We must keep up our father’s legacy.
We must have revenge.
The Dancer we stole is ours to play with. Ours to use.
She won’t survive this place.
We’ll make sure of it.
WARNING: This is a dark, contemporary, reverse harem romance for adult readers, and contains graphic sex scenes and violence. It is not for the feint of heart.
I was stolen.
Ripped from the people I love, and imprisoned in a medieval castle in Scotland with walls as thick and impenetrable as the stone encasing my kidnappers' hearts.
Do as they say and you’ll survive this place.
Refuse their orders and feel the consequences of their wrath.
Everyone here calls them The Masks.
I call them my enemy.
I may seem fragile, weak, but I’m not like all the rest.
I’m not just a dancer, or a singer, or a musician that they can loan out as entertainment to sick men and women.
I’m a fighter. I come from a long line of them.
This time they stole the wrong girl, and these walls…?
They’ll come crashing down even if I have to rip them apart myself, brick by bloody brick.
The Masks
We took her.
A payment for a debt. A very personal one.
With our father “The Collector” dead, we are the heirs to a twisted dynasty with nothing but revenge in our hearts, blood on our hands, and darkness in our souls.
Our home bears witness to our cruelty.
The prisoners within it, scarred by our wrath.
We’re the soulless creatures as twisted as any monster real or imagined.
We steal, thieving not just the artist themselves, but the light that makes them shine bright.
We must keep up our father’s legacy.
We must have revenge.
The Dancer we stole is ours to play with. Ours to use.
She won’t survive this place.
We’ll make sure of it.
WARNING: This is a dark, contemporary, reverse harem romance for adult readers, and contains graphic sex scenes and violence. It is not for the feint of heart.
The Masks
Zero, Nought, Nothing.
We stole her away. We took her name, her identity… her life.
She was our revenge. An eye for an eye.
Only she became more than that.
She fought against our darkest desires.
She shone a light on our pitch black souls.
She became our mirror.
She made us see.
And what do monsters do when they stare at their reflection?
They break the fu*king glass.
The Dancer
Konrad, Leon, Jakub.
They kidnapped me. They stole my name, my identity… my life.
I was their vengeance. A tooth for a tooth.
Only I was so much more than that because fate had plans for us.
They used and abused me, they degraded and humiliated me.
But I fought back.
I held up the mirror. I made them see the men they’ve become.
Only for them to shatter it into a million pieces.
And what does a girl like me do to the men who break her?
She cuts the b*stards and makes them feel.
WARNING: This is an 18+ dark, contemporary, reverse harem romance and contains graphic sex scenes, non-con and dub-con, violence, and other subject matter that some may find triggering. This story will have a HEA, but of course it will be hard won.
Zero, Nought, Nothing.
We stole her away. We took her name, her identity… her life.
She was our revenge. An eye for an eye.
Only she became more than that.
She fought against our darkest desires.
She shone a light on our pitch black souls.
She became our mirror.
She made us see.
And what do monsters do when they stare at their reflection?
They break the fu*king glass.
The Dancer
Konrad, Leon, Jakub.
They kidnapped me. They stole my name, my identity… my life.
I was their vengeance. A tooth for a tooth.
Only I was so much more than that because fate had plans for us.
They used and abused me, they degraded and humiliated me.
But I fought back.
I held up the mirror. I made them see the men they’ve become.
Only for them to shatter it into a million pieces.
And what does a girl like me do to the men who break her?
She cuts the b*stards and makes them feel.
WARNING: This is an 18+ dark, contemporary, reverse harem romance and contains graphic sex scenes, non-con and dub-con, violence, and other subject matter that some may find triggering. This story will have a HEA, but of course it will be hard won.
