Evelyn’s fingers tighten around her phone, her pulse racing. The photo—the lie—spreads like wildfire. Comments flood in. People believe it.She’s his.
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂
Undo this. Now.
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
Why would I? (leans against the wall, watching her unravel) I like watching you squirm, baby.
(Evelyn lunges at him, her nails digging into his arm, but he barely reacts. Instead, he grabs her wrist, twisting her effortlessly against the wall. Pinned. Helpless.)
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
You fight so beautifully. (smirks) But let’s be clear, Evelyn—you can’t win.
(She struggles, but his grip is unshakable.He’s toying with her, letting her feel the illusion of control.And it makes her blood boil.)
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂
Why do this?! What do you get out of ruining my life?!
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
(chuckles) Ruining? No, sweetheart… (leans in, whispering) I’m rewriting it.
(He releases her suddenly, stepping back as if bored.But the damage is done.The world already believes the lie. And the worst part? Now, the real monsters will come.The ones who won’t just believe she belongs to him—but wants to take her from him.)
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
Better start playing your part, baby. (smirks) Or I’ll teach you the hard way.
(The door clicks shut, locking her inside. The walls close in. She isn’t just trapped with him anymore.She’s trapped in his world.)
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