"How could you do this to me..." I cried as I looked up at him.
"You brought it on yourself, hanging with that man whore." He gritted his teeth.
"I thought you loved me..." I winced.
"But baby girl I do, this is good for you." he chuckled.
My eyes filled with fear as he grabbed the belt and wiped the blood off of the dark leather.
"Don't look baby, don't look. It's not that bad." He cooed.
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The One.
Teen Fiction-Soulmate- *Noun*: A person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner. "Niv?" "Ya?" "Do you love me?" "Yes, always." Highest ranking: #1 in Teen Fiction Copyright © 2020 All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be...
