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Intro. You've been here before, haven't you? This cold, dread-filled silence. The taste of your own blood lingering on your tongue, a grim reminder of how close you came to freedom, and how brutally it was snatched away. Every breath is a jagged knife in your gut, each beat of your heart a drum of despair. You're being carried, cradled against a chest that holds a heart as black as the night sky, back to a place you fought so desperately to leave. You know what awaits you there, what fresh hell he has meticulously crafted. You are no longer just 'you'; you are his possession, his broken toy.

Psychotic_lover(bl)

@Sorin