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Chapter 1.

'It was me' - I thought to myself, 'it was me in that dream'.
Eyes wide with terror, I run to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror.
My face was paler than usual and my eyes sunk in as I haven't slept in days.
It's been weeks now, I've been having the same dream. Different scenes each night, and now they have started to make up a story.
It's scary to think, but these dreams are not the ordinary love story with the person you fancy, or recalling your summer holidays or

adventures with your friends. It ain't even the fear of falling down. It's just .. weird. I can relate to it so much. They're so vivid, I have

come to the conclusion that that is me in the dreams. It couldn't be anyone else, right?
Snapping out of my thoughts, I look in the mirror again. I tilt my head, and I gasp in horror : I catched a glimpse of the girl in my

dreams in the mirror, substituting my face.
'Yep' I said to myself. 'I was right about the dream', and went back to bed.
As usual, I refused to sleep, but my overtiredness and the thought of school tomorrow, and the fact that I had a controlled assessent

made me fall asleep as soon as I hit the pillow.
I was not one bit conscious at this very moment, and a scene popped into my head. It was the very busy street of London in the

1800's, with all the people in their big gowns and posh accents, cute umbrella's and diamond walking sticks. Pff, as if. I could spot

myself a mile away in the busy street, as I was the loner standing in the middle with 5 mere paintings and a begging face. Compared

to myself now, that girl selling the pictures was way more beautiful. She had deep blue/green eyes and jet black hair. A perfect Megan

Fox-like body. Just everything I've always wished for. But there's one thing we have in common and that is the very intensive stare and

the really odd smile here and there. We are both not happy people, and that's a fact.
In this dream though, something changed. The girl's gaze went the other direction, staring at some really handsome boy. He looked

like he was in the upper class, and the girl obviously knew she had no chance with him. He was walking towards her, and now he was

staring, too. It must've lasted at least a minute before he came to a stop before her and he spoke out.
"Are these your paintings?" he said in the most sexy british accent anyone could have.
"Yes, sir." The girl looked down at her feet, blushing.
"Well, how much are you selling them for? They're really good and I wanted to add them to my collection back in the mansion" he

explained.
"Umm.. 2£ each, sir" she said in almost a whisper.
"Is that all? Listen, here's 20£ for all of them, and please stop calling me sir, just call me John, John Granger' he smiled.
"Thank you so much, sir! Sorry, I mean John" and she put her head down in shame.
"May I ask what your name is, Miss? Or may I say Mrs, a beautiful lady like you deserves a husband". He was so charming, she

thought. It was too good to be true.
"My name's Violet. Violet..Blackburn, and I'm just a Miss' and she smiled for the first time in years.
His face lit up whenever she implied the word 'Miss'. "Well, Violet, I shall see you sometime soon in these streets, hopefully. It was

very nice to meet you". He took the 5 paintings, and walked away carrying them in his arms.
Violet could not believe it. But the shock hit her. She had to go back to her Master, James White. He was not like any other Master

though, he was evil. He was the roots of evil. She sold them paintings yes, but that meant she had to do stuff in exchange as soon as

she sold the paintings. He was a twisted man, she had never sold them paintings before. They were her best ones, but he'd constantly

ask her to draw, and draw, and draw until her hands literally bled. And if she didn't draw, there was consequences. And since she did

not want to face them, she drew. And she did not expect it was this soon that her paintings could be sold, and she stupidly did sell

them. She just got lost into John Granger's eyes. Stupid Violet, she thought. Stupid, silly Violet. She started recalling all the memories

since the first day James White took her from the orphanage. She remembers her parents were killed in a street riot. He only took her

in his mansion 2 years ago, when she was only 14. Now 16, she finds herself to be doing what she never intended to do with that evil

person. He was 20. He knew what he was doing, he was a powerful man. He knew that she had to obey him or she will be dead meat.

She couldn't face to go to the mansion. But she had to, she definitely had to. It would be too risky to run away. He'd find her, and

once he did, she would definitely be dead.
The fact of what he was about to force her to do, well it was a major problem. Well, not that he was bad looking or anything. Hell, he

was tall, had muscles in the right places, and had a beautiful face. He was charming, and handsome. But unlike John Granger, he was

evil. She could sense a bad energy off him all the time.
So, with these very happy thought in mind, she started walking towards the mansion, as it was only 10 minutes away.
She felt her feet dragging, and her shoulders hunched over in deep depression.
It'd be over soon, don't worry Violet - she kept on thinking to herself.
She finally arrived at the mansion, after the long driveway made of stones, and the high trees that sorrounded the place.
The mansion was huge. It was the typical British mansion in the 1800's, not too much to explain. It was simply beautiful, but spooky

too.
The very trustful mexican waiter, Pablo, answered the door. He smiled at her and she smiled back, and directed herself to the huge

living room and the open fire, sorrounded by two massive armchairs knitted at their finest details with red and beige colours.
She saw James was already sitting down, and she sat down in the other armchair, facing him.
He noticed straight away that she had no paintings with her.
Great, she thought, that's a good start.
He spoke out loudly 'Where's your paintings, Violet?' in his most powerful voice.
'James, I hope you're glad to know that I sold them' Violet smiled. She knew how to speak to him, he needed a charming woman. She

wasn't, she was really shy, but hell, she was a very good actress.
His face lit up slightly, but he didn't really want to show it. He was in control, he knew it. 'For how much?' he asked. '20£' she

answered. 'Hand it over please, and you may have it later." he ordered. She did as told and he spoke loudly again 'You know the drill

my dearest Violet. You and I have waited two long years for this, as you know. I think it's time.' as soon as he said that he stood up

and grabbed her hand. He directed her to his bedroom. His bedroom was huge. It was so clean and perfect. It just reflected his

personality. There was a bad energy about the room too. To be honest she never really entered this room. Well, she did once, but she

got caught by him. She was 15, and what he did was drag her into the bathroom. He slapped her across the face, then told her to get

down on her knees. She did, she didn't want any other pain, she wanted it to be over. He unzipped his trousers and you know the drill.

She never disobeyed him again after that. She was too scared and disgusted.
He made her snap out of her memories as he spoke again 'Now, now. Don't look so scared darling, you'll love it' he smiled evily. He

had this really cheeky smile about him that could make any girl fall for him. But he's waited for Violet this long, she never knew why.

She wasn't that special.
And there, it began to slowly happen. He moved slowly across the room towards her. He rested his hands on her hips and whispered

into her ear 'I won't hurt you, I'll never hurt you, you understand?'. He was so twisted she thought, but she nodded slightly and moved

her head, and he began to kiss her. Her lips syncronised with his and his tongue was in her mouth, and so was hers in his. She didn't

think this was too bad, but it was going to get way worse. His hands moved down from her hips to under her dress, and he slowly

worked his way up, pulling the gown up along with it. She was now left in her corset and pants. He took off his shirt and trousers, and

now they were both in their semi-underwear. He lay her on the bed and basically pinned her down. He knew he was in control, and so

did she.
Just go with the flow, she told herself. There's nothing much she can do about it, can't she?
He slowly undid her corset while he was biting away at her neck. She admitted to herself that he wasn't too bad at this. But she

couldn't fall in love with him, that's what he wanted, and she was not going to give it to him, not this time.
Next thing you know they're both naked and James is on top of her. He looked right into her blue/green eyes and ordered her not to

look away. She felt the tip of his dick at her entrance, teasing her. 'Here we go' she thought. He slowly went into her, causing a sharp

pain that made her whimper, but soon then went away. He started picking up the pace, and she couldn't help but moan. She was

giving in to him, she made him powerful this time. But she knew this wasn't the last time. She'd take revenge.
He was getting faster, letting moans escape from her. She dug her nails into his back to keep herself from moaning. She was biting

her lip so hard she could taste blood in her mouth. Violet knew they were nearly done, she felt the pre-cum coming out. After a

minute or two, they both came at the same time and they both let out a pleasurable moan.
Fuck, I'm not a virgin anymore - she thought.
He then leaned into her and kissed her. This time not forcefully but passionately. It was sweet and tender, as if he almost didn't want

to touch her lips in case he'd hurt her. She returned the kiss, and she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling

him closer to her. Next thing she knew she had fallen asleep on his chest.
James got up and got dressed, and he lay a blanket over her.
He indeed was a twisted man. No-one could make sense out of him. He lived on his own, with a girl 4 years younger than him. He

wanted to sleep with her so bad, and when she got to the age he would've. The paintings were an excuse the whole time. And the

whole fact of her drawing for him, 'til her hands bled. They were excuses. He was damned. He had to force her, and if she didn't, she

would've had to do stuff with him. She had refused a couple of times, but he gave her meth or any type of drugs that made her forget

what she did with him. He felt guilty, but he loved it, and couldn't have it. He knew he couldn't have it. But he just did, and the fact

that he did implied karma. He believed in karma. Hell, did he believe in it. He knew something bad will come his way, something will

take her away from him. He couldn't bare it.
He was so twisted.
He hated her from the start.
He thought she was an object, not worth it.
He started to like her.
He started to love her.
But, unfortunately, he won't hav her anymore.
Karma, is a bitch.



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