Prologue

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His skin is on fire and I can feel his drops of sweat decorating my flushed chest. "Leave. Me. Alone!" I hear my raspy voice yell out in desperation. His lips smile against my neck as if he thinks that I am secretly telling him 'Go on, make me yours.' And maybe that is what I am craving for so badly but I can't keep living like this any longer.

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The room is quiet...too quiet. I can hear my blood rushing through my ears and my thoughts running everywhere as I briskly dress up with trembling hands. However, the feeling of relief washing over me causes me to smile. God, how long has it been since I have felt this?

After cleaning away the blood off my chest and face, I leave the room. Not even bothering to hide the evidence, for nothing matters to me anymore. Except my freedom and peace and that is exactly what I got.

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