Topsy turvy-The lingerer, the puller, and the master

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"Hey....Stop crying....I'm here....I promise..."

He couldn't tear himself away.

He never could.

No matter how much he tried, he couldn't.

"Stop crying....What did I say? Stop crying. I know what's best for you, dammit.....You'll barely notice."

It twisted him. Shaped him. Molded him. He couldn't, and now, he wouldn't, let go.

"Oh, my sweet little pet...Come here....I'll give you all my love..."

She captured him, and now, in return, he captured /her/....

"Afteralll..."

"You're...." 

"My disease..."

"My patient..."

"My little pet..."

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