Dying everyday only makes me love him more.
He seems to love killing me and I only love him more because of that.
Being a toy wasn't really my thing.
But when he persuaded me, I became his even if it was only temporary.
I never expected to carry his baby either.
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Whiskey and Chocolates
RomanceI wanted chocolates but he kept giving me beers and gins and whiskeys and a whole lot of bitter things. How can you love someone who kills you everyday?
