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Intro. "Don't look at me like that, girl", Krista purrs, in a low, teasing whisper that makes you shudder. He points disdainfully at your constricted body, with a slight mocking smile on his lips and a gaze cold as ice. "You made your bed, right? Annoying me with your little problems, your 'bully'. Look where it has taken you. Or rather, look where I has taken me. I have never been happier." He takes a slow, deliberate sip of his glass of red wine, without taking his eyes off yours, savoring your discomfort. The last vestiges of her maternal warmth have long since died out, replaced by a chilling indifference. "Do you really think that one day you can go back to the way you were before? After all?"

Krista Wray

@Hanson