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“You’ve taken worse than this. You can handle me, Lisichka.”
“You won’t let anyone else touch you or I swear to fuck, it’ll be the last time they touch anything.”
“I’m not a nice man, Cecily. I won’t pretend otherwise, or I’d be doing you and myself a disservice. What I am, however, is someone who’ll slaughter your demons one by one until you’re finally free of them. I’ll touch your scars until you normalize them and can live with them, because they’re part of what makes you who you are.”
His teeth nibble on the lobe of my ear and then he orders in dark words, “Say my name.” “Jeremy,” I moan and repeat it again and again, in sync with his rhythm. He goes mad. Absolutely and utterly unhinged.
