❝𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH you became Douma's plaything for years until the day he decided to turn you into a demon, so you can stay as his pretty little marionette for...
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"You should get used to the pain, because there will be instances when a marionette has to be broken and fixed."
That was what Douma said last time. A marionette that has to be broken and fixed, like a doll that you are to him, you are as well subjected to his every whims. Douma would break you and fix you, like the perfect marionette that you are to him.
It had been a while since you've changed, since he turned you into one of his kind, a demon. It had also been a while since you had awoken from your long slumber. The withered flowers on the bed had been changed and replaced into freshly burgeoned ones.
"The roses looked pretty," you muttered, taking one from your side as you lifted it up and admire it from that view while you lie flat on the bed. "Red roses? No, they were white, weren't they?"
"They were white when I plucked them, but they had turned red from the blood."
