“There was a second’s pause before her hand whipped up and wrapped around my neck. Her tiny fingers squeezed and the glare on her face had me wondering what the hell she thought she was doing. “You want to own me, huh? You want me to be yours?” she ground out. “Well, how about I fucking well own you too? This right here, it’s mine.” Dear fuck, what have I created? A fucking monster… and I love it.”
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Sarah Bailey,
Chaos