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she was damned.
she was marked for hell.
she was destined to burn in the embers till they charred her into darkness.
yet, she danced.
her body, her sensual, lithe body.
moving to the rhythm of music like it flowed in her veins.
her body.
he couldn't help but eye her swaying form, swathed in blood red fabric.
fabric that clung to every tempting curve, accentuating her charms.
charms that should not sway him, not anymore.
because she was a witch marked for the pyre.
but then, why was he feeling hot under his collar as he watched a tanned arm wrap around her petite waist?
why was he feeling flames lick his toes as he saw her twirl in strong, unknown arms?
why was he the one filled with fire?
when she ought to be the one burning in misery ?
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Short Storyhe did not know where to place her. and it unnerved him,baffled and tormented him. ----------------------------------------- He's the one who has always stood for the right thing. Minded his morals, upheld the principles. And then, there is her. His...
