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݃　⠀🈳 𓃉⠀⠀．. ★ 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙸𝚂 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂𝙻𝙴𝚈 ,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀      𝙻𝙰𝙶𝙾𝚂 , 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙰  —  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 :

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀      ⠀ lowercase                             intended.

the putrid and thick smell of burning flesh mingled into his labored breaths as his tired, bloodshot red eyes patterned back and forth in the darkness, searching.

searching for a glimpse of light, any signs of life in the cold space of the damp room, an exit he could find, a random object left behind that he could lean down and grab to pick the lock of these chains or something useful.

his pulse thundered in his ears, drowning out the deafening silence that surrounded him. in it, he could hear the echoes of every memory, every moan, every laugh, that led him to this moment. beaten, bound and chained, on the cusp of death.

even then, akua was still on his mind.

his mind raced with void questions he knew he wasn't likely to get any answers to. things like, was she safe? where did they take her? was she still alive? what seemed to be hours ago, he heard her screams as she was ripped from his grip.

a sudden flashback hit him like a wave. they had been running through the narrow maze of alley ways downtown, as the sound of shouting and gunfire burst behind them. desire turned to see akua's terrified face, her eyes wide with fear.

they almost made it to safety when the men caught up with them, dragging akua away as desire fought desperately to hold on to her. the last thing he saw was her being thrown into a black van before he was knocked out and somewhere along the journey, ended up here.

his fruitless inquiries probed him as he struggled against the rusty uncomfortable chains that bound his arms behind his back. there may have been hope for her; something in his heart refused to believe she didn't make it out without fighting. it could've been the fact that she grew up hard or that she was always street smart and resourceful... but he, on the other hand, was far from safe.

nowhere in the cards did he foresee his flight to lagos all those months ago bringing him to something as sinister and unnerving as this. his intuition was usually right about looming danger and taking precaution of the unfamiliar, but not this time.

this time, his sixth sense failed him. his boundaries dissipated, his moral compass was snatched by her smile. her smell, the way she moved. the taste of her lips, her eyes. her accent, her culture. she held all of his reasoning in the palm of her hands.

he was alone in a room, and the evidence of fear began to settle in. where did he misstep? one minute he was immersed beneath the red strobes of the strip club, his body pressed against the warmth of her beautiful brown skin, and the next, he was tripping over his own two feet. lost, isolated, a wanderer in the world of the unknown.

silently praying for an escape. a blessing, or some relief, to a foreign god. as if answering his plea, the door creaked open, its heavy steel frame moving slowly. this was the first time it had been opened since he was thrown into this hell.

a figure stepped into the room, the blinding light of the world outside casted long, ghoul-like shadows on the graffitied concrete walls. he squinted, trying to make out who was entering. he hadn't caught more than a thirty second glimpse of who captured him before he was out cold. as the figure approached, his heart skipped a beat.

" desire, "  the voice was soft, almost tender.

he recognized it immediately. it was akua. relief washed over him, but it was quickly replaced by his confusion. how did she manage to find him and what had they done to her?

"  akua... baby, thank god you okay,"  he rasped, his voice barely a whisper that croaked from his dry and aching throat.

she stepped closer and closer to him, her face now visible from the door's light, but the look in her eyes wasn't one of concern or fear. her expression was still and she wasn't battered. not so much as a scratch was on her. a visual difference compared to how beat up he was.

she didn't speak as she knelt beside him, her dainty fingers gently tracing the lines of his bruised face. her touch was demure and affectionate as it always was, but it hurt to be touched. his brows drew together as he winced in pain.

something told him that he could hold off on the specifics of asking her what she went through or how did she get away, he was simply happy to see she was alive.

she leaned in, her lips delicately brushing along his jawline, sending a shiver of mixed emotions down his spine. for a brief moment, hope unfurled within him. maybe they would be able to get out in time.

⠀⠀⠀maybe there was still a chance for them to make it.

" do you remember when we met, you told me to use you however i want to? and how you'd do anything for me ? " she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. her voice was a seductive whisper laced with the thick accent of her native tongue and the distinct smell of liquor on her breath.

her collected but eerie demeanor in contrast to his own was telling him more than anything she could've ever said. he was worried, but hesitant. trying to decipher the meaning of her words.

his heart dropped as he struggled to understand where this was going and why she was bringing the past up at a dire time like now. they had bigger things to worry about if they didn't move swiftly.

" of course i do, but why you bringin' this up right now? we should be tryna to get out here... , you been drinkin' ? " he managed to choke out his concerns.

" this isn't a rescue mission... i'm not here to save you from any of this. i'm here to collect on that offer, "  she continued, pulling back slightly, her eyes locking with his.

the sudden realization mercilessly sliced through the fragile hope he had clung to for hours in this hellish confinement.

her words were earthshaking, and he felt as though the ground beneath him was shifting. the weight of her betrayal pressed down on his chest, crushing him.

she wasn't here to help him? was this a setup? maybe their love got lost in translation. blurred somehow, somewhere along the lines of their time together over the last few months. he desperately hoped his sense of understanding was faulty and he was simply in a daze, dreaming, hallucinating—anything to make her words not mean what he thought they did.

" i don't know what they did to you in there kua, but please, babe... we can still make it out of here. we can still do everything we talked about. i promise we can sort all this out later, i'll protect you. just please untie me. " he pleaded, desperation seeping into his voice.

she shook her head slowly, every back and forth motion indicated her pity and evident disgust.

" oh look now, the pathetic sex-crazed american man wants to be my savior. he wants me to run away with him like this is a fairytale, so we can be together forever and live happily ever after. my hero! are you that stupid, desire? you don't get it, do you? this was never a relationship, it was a transaction. "

before he could respond, she straightened her posture, and stood to her feet once again. her curvy figure towering over him in power on all levels but her dismissive gaze never left his desolated one.

" i'm sure you remember all those nights you told me how love isn't worth the trouble, how you swore every woman was the same, how they only saw you as a status symbol because of your fame. you said they only wanted your money and how different i was but you still lied to me just the same. "

she paused, a smirk playing on her lips, her eyes darkening with a knowing look. it was as though his thoughts rushed ten thousand miles a minute, as so much became unknowingly revealed to him.

their once intimate conversations had a special place in his heart, and he had every intention of getting her away from the shallow lifestyle of her career. he knew she was never happy with being a stripper.

he understood what drugs, crime, and sex ultimately led to in the end, but it never crossed his mind that his attempt at bending the truth to protect her would have hurt her like it did.

"  you lied, but i wasn't as naïve as you thought. i knew more than i let you believe i did. if you wanna act confused, i'll let you sit with that. as of right now, understand this: i'm a businesswoman here to collect a debt. let's see how much your love is really worth... "

his eyes followed the slight glint of the silver key tied around her neck, the hope for survival reigniting briefly within him. he knew that key was his ticket to freedom from these chains, from this torment, from lagos, if only he could convince her to use it.

she noticed his gaze and a sly smile spread across her lips. she reached up, fingering the key before dangling it in front of his face, letting it swing teasingly just out of his reach.

" you think this is your way out, don't you? " she purred, leaning in close.

" you're not getting away that easy, baby. not when we've finally got you right where we've wanted you for months. "

the realization hit him harder than any physical blow. she had been playing him from the start, and now, she held all the power. defeated, he couldn't speak another word, desperately trying to find a way to turn the situation in his favor, but every avenue seemed to lead back to her.

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¥. 1 NEW UPLOAD . ❘❘ ❙❘❚❘❙ ★   SYNOPSIS ❜ ℗   LOADING !██████ 50 % ❛ you can lie to me baby, tell me that i'm special.

they say in life, you reap what you sow... and sowing his wild oats is something desire kingsley has done very well for the last four years.

little is known about his past, but he has built quite the reputation for his magnetic charm, irresistible allure, and numerous hookups. the man, who is somewhat of a myth, has spent the last four years indulging in the pleasures that fame and fortune can offer.

as a renowned film production manager, his work ventures often take him all over the world.

his latest project, 'nothing to lose,' an action film with his best friend, superstar actor chase wilson cast as the leading male, has brought him to the vibrant yet mysterious city of lagos, nigeria, where his insatiable appetite for women and proactive fun leads him right to akua ( ah KOO uh ) adefolahan , an enticing stripper who happens to be the daughter of a powerful black axe mobster and has a more than interesting crew of friends.

the black axe, known for their ruthless control over parts of the city, is a secretive and tightly-knit brotherhood involved in various illegal activities, from extortion to smuggling. their influence runs deep, and crossing them can have deadly consequences.

unaware of the full extent of the danger he's stepping into, desire finds himself drawn into akua's world, where loyalty is everything and betrayal is met with swift retribution.

as desire's relationship with akua deepens, he inadvertently becomes entangled in the mob's affairs, making him a potential target for both the law and rival factions. the carefree lifestyle he's used to living is suddenly under threat as he navigates the murky waters of lagos's criminal underworld.

what started as a casual fling now holds the potential to unravel not just his career, but his life. when he stepped on african soil, he wasn't looking for love, but what he found was something far more dangerous.

in africa, there's a proverb as old as time. it goes, ' he who digs a grave for his enemy might as well be digging one for himself too. '

... ♡  𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙴: 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁  ⠀─ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐜  𝐱  𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 !

⠀ 困⠀⠀ ۪ 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝄒 ⸝. when desire meets danger ...

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✷ SCANNING . . ❘❘ ❙❘❚❘❙ for sol : TRIGGERS / DISCLAIMERS ! ❜ ℗

this story is intended for mature audiences only. it contains themes and content that may not be suitable for all readers. please review the following trigger warnings before engaging:

i. drug use/addiction , ii. graphic descriptions of violence , iii. crime/organized crime , iv. sexual content/sex for hire , v. death/murder , vi. betrayal , vii. manipulation/blackmail and or coercion , viii. explicit language , ix. adult themes , x. human torture , xi. psychological trauma / mental illness and more triggers may be mentioned.

in this book, you will encounter a blend of nigerian pidgin and english. nigerian pidgin is a widely spoken creole language in nigeria, and is being used in this narrative to bring authenticity, and a unique aspect to this body of work as it aligns with the cultural settings of lagos and its people.

any pidgin use will come with a definition/meaning for your understanding throughout the story.

𝖔. 1 NEW 𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚆𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴 UPLOAD . . ❘❘ ❙❘❚❘❙ ★ CHAPTERS ! ❜ ██████ 75% LOADED — “ there is strength in unity, and power in silence. under God’s watch, lagos is ours. “ 𝒃𝒍𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒙𝒆 _

THE STORY: 000 / 001 / 002 / 003 / 004 / 005 / TBA.

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 ✗ 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐎 — 𝐇𝐌𝐌𝐌

In the heart of the cluttered streets of Lagos lies a secret society known to those who dare to whisper its name: “ The New Republic. ” Comprised of cutthroat gangsters, bitter misfits, and corrupt mobsters, their sole dedication is to preserve Najja’s riches and its very lucrative underground market. They navigate the treacherous landscape of modern politics, rival gangs, and crooked greed.

Their identities are hidden behind masks, various tattoos, and cloaks, and their loyalty to him is unwavering… Who is he? At the center of their ambitions and every action hailing from a world outside of their own, is Christopher. Their new crown jewel warrior… [ xx ]

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𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 ✷ 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘

06/15/24 — I would’ve titled this post ‘ chris takes a shot ‘ but that shot clearly was taking him so I captioned it right. 😭 The man who once said ‘ 1,000 bottles, on these models, n!gga this ain’t yo night ‘ and literally has a song called ‘ liquor ‘ and another song called ‘ 100 bottles ‘ clearly isn’t a drinker anymore. At his elderly age of 35, and that’s okay! I’m a little behind on all the content we been getting since the last thing I posted ( baby he is outsideeee ) but I’ve been having too much fun on twitter. I’m locking back in. My fault! — Original Video Credits [ xx ]

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⠀⠀ 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍'𝐒 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑 [ THROWBACKS ] ☁︎ FEAT. THEM CHOMPAS.

Long time no post, right ? I know. You know he getting his money’s worth when you see him cheesing everywhere. 😭 No I’m fucking playing. He had such a good time on tour and I know he’ll have an even better time next year too. ( you know he comin’ ) Somebody sent me an asks requesting gifs so I’m about to turn my content/videos from the last show into gifs and queue some other chris posts. This video is NOT mine. The original post is linked. Join the chris brown community here! — [ xxx ]

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❛ See, the problem is… I’ve had these characters in my head for two going on three years, writing for my own enjoyment. My inspiration comes and goes in sporadic bouts, leading to phases of intense investment followed by periods of inactivity. When you write, you inevitably infuse parts of yourself into your work, which brings a sense of vulnerability. All my shit is deeply personal to me. Graphics, writing, whatever it is, it’s me. I have gotten so comfortable in my own ‘ delusion ‘ and my own world building and connections for this specific body of work… creating and doing it for the consumption of others means dealing with people’s selfishness, things not resonating or being received how they should be, and all around— accepting the fact that people might not appreciate the effort and personal connection behind it.

Like yeah people will support a story, they’ll engage, some might be vultures and steal, whatever it is, but to them these are just stories. For me it’s specific memories tied to a lot of these scenes, chapters, paragraphs, whatever you wanna call it. I don’t know if I’m ready to give up the escapism I find in just doing shit for me. I like the exclusivity because I can be raw, imperfect and honest without all the trouble or extra noise.

ALSO WANT TO ADD: Nowadays, it’s even more challenging to write FOR AN AUDIENCE because people’s attention spans are fried and their selfishness means they seldom invest time in reading anybody else’s work anymore. You can’t make people care about your characters like they used to because they are too preoccupied with their own books and tryna write shit for themselves. The writer to reader ratio is fucked a lil bit.

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒 " 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 " — 🫧🙂‍↕️🥵 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑 !

06/12/24 — Not gone say too much but… they would’ve had to escort me out, because I would’ve jumped up on that B Stage and would’ve been getting motorboated with his balls, right there live on stage for all the world to see. And what about it? Going soooo feral. I never gave a FAWK. — ORIGINAL VIDEO CREDITS TO THIS TWT USER [ xx ]

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back in the writing game in 24 hrs ! can’t wait to see where this book goes. so many things planned. and the best part ? i’m having fun doing this again.

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throwing it all the way back to 2022 with this new-but-not new layout ! since i’ll be turning a new age next tuesday ( 07/09 ) , i figured it was time for a new everything to go along with it. love the way it came out.

— sidebar: i’m feeling very productive, i might post this written snippet in the team breezy tumblr community to see if y’all would read it and to add more content in there because it’s currently just sitting. idk !

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do you have open commissions?

❛ i am currently in the process of getting situated with my work space and new equipment so i have been in a hiatus with the graphics for a little bit. just until i’m able to get a new computer. any updates or opportunities for commissions i’ll likely post about on my graphics instagram account, or on @culther , my graphics tumblr account. but i do want to inform ya’ — i am not gonna ever take commissions for story graphics or anything writing related. i’ve decided i’m not using my skills for that anymore. 🩵

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⠀⠀ 𝔬.˚　 🔮. ★⋆. ࿐࿔ 𝔐𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔪 𝔖𝔲𝔲𝔲' !

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