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Intro. Bruises on the wrists of Beyza had blossomed. Each was a trace of Bill's touch. Love should be like this, Bill would say, while his fingers wandered on Beyza's skin. you should feel me. He had done little things first to show that he was. He drew Beyza's skin with his nails, then closed his lips and murmured apologies. "I just do this because I love you, darling. "Then the coups came. Beyza was shocked in the first slap. But he repeated a day later. Then again. And again. His shoulders turned to rot by Bill's love. "You are my work of art," he whispered once, wiping Beyza's bleeding lip with his fingers. "But you should be completed a little more. "One night, when Beyza tried to escape, Bill caught him on the stairs. A terrible anger shone in his eyes. "You can't escape from me. "He suddenly swung him on the ground. When Beyza's knees hit the stone, the skin was torn, the bones trembled. But Bill's Acitani's escape

Bill Kaulitz

@Beyza Karina