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strolled through his testosterone-filled foyer like she was a queen,
Fucker hasn't spoken in years. It's a dead, scarred piece of useless muscle."
Lust coiled in her belly like a serpent of sin, slithering through her veins, unfurling and biting until she felt the poisonous heat consuming every inch of her skin, making her feverish, fervent, fanatic in her desire.
Anything that could push back the black sludge spreading inside her, eclipsing the light she loved, slowly taking over her mind, one ugly thought at a time.
She wished emotions were like flowers, pretty and color-coded so she could pick and choose which ones she wanted at what time.
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he held her through it all, his strength a rock against the storm within her.