Forced Penitence

By Pet TorreS

Annoyed at the indifference of Larsson Tiger, Emily renounces her great and only love.
Now she longs for her freedom away from the green eyes of the obsessive Larson Tiger.
On a full moon night, Emily decides she needs to get away – as far away as possible and never look back.
But Larsson believes Emily still is alive and he is determined to find her again, even if he has to go to hell to bring her back into his life.
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Pet TorreS
• Release date: Jul 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311448880

Pet TorreS

Pet TorreS is the pseudonym created by the author with the initials of her real name and surname.The author is a young woman who was born in the interior of Rio de Janeiro. She attended the Fashion Design faculty.However, Pet TorreS has been writing novels since she was 10 years old. In 2008 alone, she decided to pursue her career as a self-published author and expose to the world her beautiful love stories.One of your dreams is to be eternalized by her works.Pet TorreS is also a porter of Rheumatoid Arthritis and Lupus. She came to discover it just a few years ago and these illnesses have shaken up her daily routine to continue writing beautiful novels.

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Chapter 1

The first time I saw Larsson TIGER after I had kissed him was in the club. He arrived at the club, holding his tiger cub in his arms and feeding him with a huge bottle of milk.

The small animal behaved himself staying very still in the arms of his owner, even inside a nightclub packed with people.

Some girls who worked for Larsson came running towards him to see his new ‘toy.’ However, Larsson seemed to not want to divide his attention between his little tiger and these women.

He walked ahead leaving them behind.

Finally, he came toward me, still holding his little animal. I remained standing in the middle of the great hall. I stared at him feeling I had the most brilliant and passionate eyes in that club.

I felt my heart beat rapidly with every step he took in my direction. I held onto the velvet fabric of my long dress as my nerves began to take hold.

It looked like he was coming to talk to me.

I felt hopeful, almost smiling as he approached.

But as usual my body felt like it was no longer under my control. I felt my face become red when Larsson TIGER passed me without even looking at my face or saying a word to me.

Good evening, bitch! He finally said.

I saw the disdain in his cold, indifferent eyes. Maybe our kiss has made him even more sadistic.

I looked down at the floor and tried to hold back the tears which threatened to run down the soft skin of my face. I felt like I was a loser walking onto a battleground.

My hopes were crushed with such an intensity. I held my forehead with my hand, trying to get my balance and keep myself standing. I was after all, in the middle of a gigantic hall crowded with people looking for fun.

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The office door opened.

The black leather chair was facing the back wall. Someone was sitting in it, smoking a cigarette.

The sound of my black heels echoed with courage and boldness that I did not actually possess. It probably irritated the one who was so peaceful sitting in his chair.

I rounded the table and stopped in front of the chair.

Larsson TIGER looked to the velvet of my dress and recognized me without looking at my face. He knew it was me standing there before him.

Now do you know it’s me? I questioned looking at his face.

His green eyes rose slowly towards my serious face and locked onto mine. The effect was immediate.

He bent his head to one side and removed his cigarette from his mouth.

I do not understand why you are here.

His voice sounded more fraudulent than fake gems falsified by a malicious jeweller.

"You are treating me with such indifference as if I am nothing."

Ohoh! And have you come into my office without my permission to confront me about it?

His hand rested his cigarette onto the ashtray and his lips relaxed slightly making it seem as if he were jeering.

I thought our kiss would change something between us.

I looked at him sideways, as his gaze coolly considered me. It bothered me again.

I hoped he would reward me with a gaze of admiration and kindness.

Kiss? He laughed. "I do not consider it a real