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"I Once Believed in the Non-Existence of Evil...

I used to think that evil was just a product of a person's past, but that was before I met him. My life was a blank canvas, devoid of color, but I had learned to add vibrancy to it. But irony had other plans. After meeting him, the colors vanished forever. My canvas, once a kaleidoscope of hues, is now stained with a single, haunting shade - the red of my own blood.

I detest violence and bloodshed, and he embodies everything I despise. Yet, I'm trapped, bound by the chains of his control. The colors may be gone, but the darkness has just begun.

Will I be able to escape the clutches of the devil himself, or will I become his next victim?"

~ Inaya

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