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“Lydia Marsh, I think we have us a pain slut. Maybe Cinderella shall go to the ball after all.”
“Dirty. Bad. Wrong. So wrong,... but so right.”
“You’re mine in this place, Cat. Mine to command, mine to control, mine to protect. You will give yourself to me.”
Maybe white knights did turn up to slap your clitoris, after all?
I want him to to break me. I want him to hurt me. I want him to own me. And then I want him to love me.
