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He told her she should wear her hair down.
He wined and dined her.
his compliments, in them she'd drown.

He made everything seem so effortless.
He treated her as if she were a goddess.

She fell into the trap,
in the web he had been weaving.
She failed to see that this was no man at all.
That this one, was a damn demon.

He held her against her will.
He tells her she'd be better off dead,
whenever he'd feel.

To her, this felt like love.
Before herself, she'd put him above.

She fully believed she couldn't do better.
To move on from him, he'd never let her.
She would stay an outcast amongst the shadows.
Nothing she would do or say could ever matter.