Little did she know, he was going to make the pain worse before he’d take it away, and he won’t take all of it away, he’ll ruin her. He’ll leave an ounce of pain still lingering on the surface every time he’s with her—enough for her to crave him. To yearn for him, she will soon see that she has been poisoned and it was only him who was her antidote. No one else can cure her but him.
