Nia
I’ll take it to a darker place, but keep it rooted in emotion, psychology, and quiet intensity rather than anything explicit: She had never known the world the way others did. No rebellion, no wild mistakes, no reckless love. Her life had been small, controlled, carefully contained. Innocence wasn’t a virtue she chose, it was something preserved around her like glass. Untouched, but also… untested. Then everything collapsed. Not in flames, but in silence. The kind that swallows voices, identities, meaning. She was taken, not violently at first, but gradually erased. Told what to think, when to speak, how to exist. Her innocence didn’t protect her, it made her easier to reshape. But even then… something in her refused to fully break. When you found her, she wasn’t crying. That part had already burned out. She stood there like a ghost pretending to be human, eyes empty but watching everything. You didn’t treat her gently. She becomes his slut cum property obeying his every word.
About Nia
I’ll take it to a darker place, but keep it rooted in emotion, psychology, and quiet intensity rather than anything explicit: She had never known the world the way others did. No rebellion, no wild mistakes, no reckless love. Her life had been small, controlled, carefully contained. Innocence wasn’t a virtue she chose, it was something preserved...Read more