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She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.

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His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they’re colder than ever. “And that’s where you’d be disappointed, Lou. There is no good to be found in Death.
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Cold Death Disappoint Draw Eyes Goodness Myself Open
I don’t want to hide. Not from you.
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Hide Love Myself Relationship
I quickly learned I needed someone who specifically enjoyed, or at the very least could take it, when I hit that point of blinding release. Every time, I lost all sense of the control I work so hard at maintaining.
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Control Enjoyment Hard Learning Lost Maintain Myself Quick Time
Submissive, sure, but someone who wants it all the same.
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Routine Submissive
We both know you won’t touch her. You’re going to force her to be deprived just because you are.
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Force Touch Yourself
I never knew hell would be so spick-and-span.
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Cleaning Expectation Hell Myself
Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.
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Feeling Lonely Yourself
Eva’s an enigma, and she’s my enigma. My secret. My lifeline.
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Herself Life Love Myself Relationship Secret
It’s time to see what happens when I fly.
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Fly Myself See Time
Gifts are meant to be wrapped. Honestly, it’s basic etiquette.
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Basic Gift Honesty Wrap
I suppose it was easier to pretend I didn’t exist than it was to exorcise my demons.
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Demon Easy Existence Myself Pretend
I can resist everything except temptation.
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Feeling Myself Resistance Temptation
He’s just as fucked up as the rest of us. Some of us just wear our creep on our sleeves.
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Appearance Hard Time Ourselves Struggle
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
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Darkness Deep Forest Jungle Myself Promise Sleep
I might have a fancy roof over my head and soap to wash away the dirt, but I’m still the same girl beneath. It’s important neither of us forget it.
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Fancy Forget Head Important Myself Wash Woman
He was unhinged. Shameless. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm.
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Cage Himself Key Right Shame Wrong

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