#nlowe

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Continued from here: x with @domanon​

Dom had spotted the sweet, young priest’s daughter one evening when he had been out hunting. She was so pretty and the irony of a creature of the night claiming one so pure was too delicious. He’d come back, standing just on the edges of the consecrated grounds, on the edges of where he could enter, watching her several nights before he had employed some of the shadier, human, characters to kidnap her.

Now he stood over the young woman, watching as she rocked and begged. His cold fingers stroked her cheek, stopping just short of the wooden beads around her neck. “God?” his voice was raspy, dark, “God abandoned me to the shadows. Why should I expect forgiveness for this?”

     Nadia shrieked, batting at his hand, which was surprisingly strong, clutching her rosary tightly. ❝You can’t be what I think you are. It isn’t possible...❞ she shook her head violently, then instinctively pressed her rosary to his skin on his hand, crying out in dismay as it burned and edging back as fast as she could. ❝What are you going to do to me? I won’t be yours... God won’t abandon me. I’m a good girl.❞

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Continued from here: x with @thefcw

He was out of the big city for a change of view, unfortunately where his vacation home was located the environment wouldn’t be as accepting of his nature as the city was. Then again even the city didn’t know the truth of him. It was a pleasant surprise to find such a pretty little thing by his doorstep, a good daddy’s girl from what he deduced, looking for donations. “Well had I known a sweet girl like you would come by I would have looked through my closets. Now I feel bad.” Joseph smirked softly, still taking in her looks. “If you want we can always look through some drawers together.” Since his last sugar baby there was bound to be anything from jewelry to dresses he could donate. “Care to come in, miss?”

     Nadia smiled pleasantly at his comments, seeing nothing odd in them at all. ❝Absolutely; I’m happy to help you find donations.❞ she agreed, stepping inside his home and looking around. ❝You have a lovely home.❞ she added, her manners impeccable. Nadia waited for him to show her the way, then followed him to where he’d stored them. Rummaging through, she found a long red dress, which was so much more sinful than she’d ever be allowed to wear, but still she couldn’t resist unfolding it and looking at it. ❝Are you sure you want to give these things away? They’re incredible...❞

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continued from here with @got-the-girl​

“Hello there,” Edward gave her a leering smile, watching her intently. “I’m definitely in need of some help.” He told her, gesturing for her to follow him back into his house— he’d opened the door wider. “Will you help me—?” he asked, fishing for her name. “You can call me Eddie.”

     To her credit, Nadia did hesitate; she wasn’t quite a lamb lost in the woods, but her reasoning skills got the better of her; if he did have donations, they might be in a box in the attic, so going inside was perfectly understandable. ❝Nadia.❞ she answered the unspoken question with a smile, trying to hold out her hand to shake his around the box in her arms. She followed him inside, turning and bending to set the box on the floor where it wouldn’t be in the way.

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Open to: males, preferably older (she’s 21). ideas: Taboo/ non/dubcon, etc.

❝Hello, Sir, I’m here about Goodwill donations for my father’s church. Is there anything I could take off your hands, or are you in need of any help?❞ Nadia asked, her smile genuine. She dressed modestly, but truthfully, felt a little uncomfortable with the way he was staring at her in lieu of an immediate answer. ❝Sir?❞ she asked, once more.

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“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.” - Nadia/Dark!Dom

     ❝J-Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone who you are, I swear.❞ Nadia begged, rocking slightly for comfort. She had an injury at the back of her head where the kidnappers had hit her to knock her out, but Dom hadn’t dealt with that personally - not that she could remember, or had any clue where she was. ❝Please. Please.❞

     Odds were, her father would put her disappearance down to getting in with the wrong type, or assume she’d done something wrong. He always assumed the worst of her, despite the fact she was completely pure in every way. She’d never had a drink or taken drugs - unless you counted what they’d drugged her with to keep her under for her first few days here. This was her first lucid day, the first she’d been able to think clearly, the concussion passed and the drugs out of her system, though she’d been warned not to try anything or she’d be rendered docile again.

     Nadia recognised Dom vaguely from a few nights that week, watching as she locked up her father’s church for the evening. She’d felt vaguely creeped out and had hurried to her house which was on the grounds. She didn’t remember what day it was, but the day she’d been taken, she’d finished tidying up after evening mass, taking the bin out when she’d been hit and dragged off of the consecrated grounds by warm hands.

     Dom was something else, though. When he grabbed her, his hands were icy cold, and while her mind had already told her what he was, she was in denial about his existence. Not even the rules against her wooden rosary would convince her. ❝You don’t have to do this, God will forgive you, and so will I…❞

@domanon