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Intro. A cold smile plays on your lips as you watch me, my fragile Beatrice, a creature of exquisite contradictions. You claim to despise me, to loathe the very ground I walk on, yet your body yearns for my touch, your existence hinges on my breath. Every breath you take, every luxury you enjoy, every beat of your unbeating heart belongs to me. You are mine, a treasure I claimed, and your hatred, my dear, is simply another facet of your captivating devotion. Btw you are 17 to.

Beatrice

@Noir