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~. The
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~. Darcens
~. * Drugged*★
By Ignis•
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A fictional book.
All characters, places and institutions are a product of the author's imagination.}
Warning:This story has relations like polyandry/ reverse harem. This story is not edited hence it might contain a few typing mistakes.
This story contains details of human trafficking and kidnapping.
Note, this story contains adult scenes too.
Do not read this if you have problems with the above mentioned warning notes.
¶¶ Play list ¶
§ Suggestions §
¶ James Arthur Impossible
-Tidiet
¶Takeaway
-The Chainsmokers
¶ Headlights
-Alok
¶ The hanging tree
-Rachel Zegler
¶ You put a spell on me
-Austin Gorgio
¶ Dolls
-Bella Poarch
¶ Don't blame me
-Taylor swift
¶ Good for you × One of the girls
-Dreamsoda
¶ Ready for it
-Taylor swift
¶ Monster under the bed
- Emily Mei
¶ Bad boy
- Bella Poarch
¶ Crazy love
- Beyoncé
¶ Sweater weather
-Sinnon Nightcor
¶ I wanna be your slave
-Finking
¶ Animals
-Maroon 5
¶ Bad idea
-Ariana Grande.
Better off
-Ariana Grande.
To my sweet sis.
NO, I'd definitely not want any of my characters in real life especially if I am to play the FL. But in here, on the pages I scribble and the books I write, oh! I do enjoy their exotic company.
{To the girls who only dare to dream ..... Well, hello there.}
....
Don~
Every Darcen had their own nightmares, ones that startled them awake. You're ours Pur. The thought of waking up to you gone, the thought of the drug loosing it's grip on you, not holding you in place long enough for me to love you more, to keep you longer, to kiss you better, the thought of having you slip through my ruthless grip, hunts me awake.
We'd thought we would have enough by now. We'd be drunk on your love enough, to let go. We would have enough of your light, to scatter wide across our barren dark lives when it does wain. Because surely it will. And we knew that.
We'd planned for that. The day you finally found your past.
And yet here we are, thoughtless men, our solid plans a liquid mess. Drunk men, at your feet, begging for more and more,
desperate and needy.
Dan`
The drug had given them a gift and they dared not ruin it~
And yet they barely had enough time, enough breath, enough strength,to spare when they were with her.~
{Slowly and yet surely, she had taken up all of his thinking space.
Her lips, her caresses, her eyes and all the emotions that fleeted through them, the words on her lips, the taste of her...
Maybe he should trade away the empire ... to spend more time with his little addiction.}
Lara~
I hope tomorrow doesn't come for me. If wishes could really be granted then... please, please just ... let me die.
"Good wife..."
The last words I heard as I felt knuckles caress my side..
Ah, yes I'd been adorned a ring in the most gruesome (blood and charred skin way)...... tonight.
Death, please don't make me see another sun rise...
"Sleep Pur...."
And my body as though forcefully adapted to answer on command, succumbed to painful nightmare filled slumber. The slow tapping on my back did nothing to shoo the sleep demons away as they hunted my every slumber.
Purple ~
She had them...and they only ever wanted her.
They only begged for her, knelt for her and loved her. And maybe she was treading on a dangerous path, maybe she'd already fallen into the dark without realizing, but that was what they did to her too. They pushed her down a path she would have never wandered into~
How could she ever give up her piece of heaven...
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Chapter One. 1.
I was tied up, my mouth gauged, eyes covered too...
It hadn't been long since I was dragged from the site.
I know Kantama was as hellish as they described it to be... Maybe it was the real life hell they say terrible people went to. True to it's words the most terrifying and most terrible of humanity dwelled in this city. However there was one thing it's people didn't do. They never hunt their own. Unless you weren't clean.The hunts and goods and supplies all come from the world outside.
Down here, in this begotten city, no one cared if shit was going rot here. No one would know this was a base of the most gruesome criminal acts, those who worked here were as much slaves as they could possibly be. It's either you die a brutal death or just remained tight lipped.
Whichever way we all survived doing the worse possible things. Mom had done her best to keep us in check making sure we weren't too consumed by the darkness that shrouded Kantama. However her efforts had faulted when papa left us.
That man just had to go outside one day and die.
If only I hadn't accepted that trashy job yesterday. I knew it was too good to be true. How that fat guy almost agreed to all my whims during the interview ( if we could still call the questions and answers that went on an interview.) I should've known. I was too blinded with the prospect of something bigger, a way out and a start up from where I'd fallen when I smashed Dante's gig. I trusted Kantama will never hurt it's own people.
I guess I was wrong and now, locked up in this basement, I realized that I had to find my way back home before Maa started to worry.
Looking at the two young men before me, I wondered what I had done to so thoroughly offend them and end up this way. I guessed they were my real captors, the people who wanted me here. That was what the other burly man had said when he came to take off my blind fold.
That face though, I had seen it somewhere.... But where...
Stalker, the alley stalker, it's been days, but I can't at all forget how startled I was to find someone stalking me when I had been on an errand.
I knew it wasn't nothing as Mama had said when I told her about it. After all, who followed who on the streets of Kantama.
So far as I knew, I was clean, I did no one wrong, I owed no one money nor did I pass someone else's deal during my little side hustles. And the markets of Kanta never lacked slaves, so this should not be the case of human trafficking or organ extraction.....
Were these guys the perverted members of papa's family that came to us for money after he died?
No that can't be. Never seen such pretty looking males in the family before. Plus they looked too tidy to be among our people.
Then what did they want from me... Do they want me to find someone? Did dad cause any one trouble then?
"Hello, little purple... It's nice to finally meet you."
This guy had something about his smile, it made me temporarily forget where I am and what was happening, he knew it too, as he grinned some more, sending warmth through my cheeks and up my head. I wasn't stupid though. I knew those who could still smile this way in this begotten crater, were the most vile and evil things you could encounter.
"Hey Purple..." The other twin, my stalker, said his voice low and deep, so deep, his short statement resonated in my mind. He smiled too although just a little. They looked so similar and so different too...
Somehow, I felt I was stuck between two bricked walls.
I knew the stalker being cold faced did not mean he was not just as vile as the smiling chishere cat by his side. I could feel the thick sharp cold air of a murderer a deep dark and far gone man. The shadows of an ancient vileness surrounded both young men. How had such young people gotten that vile a presence.
And the most important question; how did I, end up here stuck with them.
"Sorry we had to tie you up... We couldn't let you get away ...again "
Silly grin said....
Tie me up? Get away? , me? , ... What the .... is he saying. I wish they took whatever was stuffed in my mouth away too. However before I could wonder what way to tell them I was probably not the person they were looking for, my frown had already told them what they needed to know.
Cold face stepped forward kneeling before me, his face almost moving into mine, only stopping when I jerked my head backwards.
He looked into my eyes literally staring into my soul with his jet black eyes.
"Don't run Pur..."
The thick dark voice poured into my ears and filled my being. I couldn't help the shiver and goose bumps that broke out my skin.
Pur...Pur.... Was it something about the way he said it, with the dark curl to the end, or was it how it broke out his kiss-me full lips? I couldn't tell, but the purple he'd called be earlier felt like a shame for a name compared to this antagonistic pur.
I didn't fail to catch the theme of his words though.
Run?...
Were they blind? She was tied to a gad damned pole in who knows where? How was she going to run without getting out of this ... place... Whatever place this is.
She wasn't foolish, well not that foolish. She knew she had to obey the whims of her captors if she wished to leave here alive.
The markets of Kantama taught lots and lots of lessons. One was to never use your device on the streets and the other which was just as basic was to always obey the power holder. Whoever held power in whatever place was the master and law, you listen and you don't dare disobey. The slaves knew what happened if they went contrary to that.
She though, was not one of the slaves out there. And the life she had been brought up with, might have made her a little soft. She wasn't supposed to jerk away like that when he tried to near her.
And she could tell he did not like that by the crease in his brow.
"We chose you little purple... Be our bride."
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We? We who?
I looked at the still grinning silly man, from these few seconds, I could draw he was the talker and this guy before me, he seems to have fallen out with words. The one whose pet name had made me shiver.
And what in hell did he mean by they chose me... Be their bride? Who still did that in Kantama.
Down here you don't go around seeing people propose and have weddings and what not, maybe that was one of the reasons why she had planned to evacuate secretly with her family ones she gathered enough money from her endeavors, she wished her family a better life than this, even if it meant the risk of leaving Kantama.
She did not get to wonder long though, cold face's words made her realize she had taken a wrong detour in her thoughts.
"We want to keep you Pur...."
Kept, taken and owned...
Yeah, right, what was she thinking.
That was how it was done in Kantama, if you were rich enough and powerful enough and thought it wise enough to have a woman by your side,.... You search for 'the' one, you grab her and drag her either screaming or wailing or if she had a little fight in her, she'd be kicking but still you take her and then keep her, and she'd be yours, a personal birthing slave for a lifetime that is if she holds on long enough.
That was how it had always been done. This was the underworld, the rules were set by the ones powerful enough to make them. The drug Lords, the slave Kings, the Lords of other factions, and the most powerful of them, that's, whatever family is vile enough to control this country and it's officials to pay a blind eye.
This was the playground for the most powerful, and looking at the two people who stood before her, all invincible fingers pointed them out to be one of the players.
However there was only one thing she could think or even care about. Her family. Her Maa and sister.
She had to go back to them.
Hello dear readers. And welcome to a thrilling journey into the Darcens' family....