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Punish her. Take her. Ruin her. Break her…just enough to keep her.
“How about mine? How about I call you mine?”
She was a living, breathing obsession, and she’d worked her way under my skin like a poison arrow, infecting me with things I had no experience feeling. A longing I couldn’t deny.
Never try to tell me again that you don’t love me — because I will never fucking believe you. Our souls are two ropes that will never be unknotted.
