Fragile little thing

"Please...please let me go" Eden whispered, desperation seeping into her pleads, causing Clyde to let out a low chuckle, "I'm never letting you go little one" as his grip tightened on her small wrist....

She wore white lace socks, Mary Jane's that'll soon cause her to blister her skin after she crosses paths with Clyde stone.
Intrigued, fascinated...obsessed of the thought of her white socks stained with blood. He had to have Eden Lue.

Captured, will she make it.

Hi this will be my first story, so probably not the best. Thought to try a dark twisted romance. (This will not be everyone's cup of tea as it may be very dark in some sense)