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Lilly's POV.
I wake up the next morning.
Sadly.
I open my eyes and allow myself to feel.
The sheets are soaked in warm red fluid.
I scream loudly, startling Bray to the point where he springs out of bed.
I grasp my stinging face urgently.
I take my hand off of the wetness and see that it is sticky from the blood.
The cuts range down my face, neck, arms and collar bone.
"Oh my god!" I scream.
"It's okay, darlin." Bray tries to calm me.
"No! What the fuck! Why am I bleeding? What happened?" I ask frantically.
I hold up a sheet against my cheeks.
"Darling. You are mine; you have to be marked mine. Remember?" He asks me.
"No! I don't remember any of this!" I yell.
"Darling. You had to be mine." He tells me calmly.
"I am yours, you didn't have to cut me up." I explain, dabbing my cheeks.
He dives into my mouth suddenly.
"Bray." I gasp.
He let's go soon.
"Darling I'm sorry but I have to do your stomach."
"What?"
"I'm just going to cut your tummy." He tells me like a little child.
"No! Bray!" I yell.
"Darling it's how you prove to me that you love me."
"I love you! I love you please don't cut me!" I plead.
"Darling it won't hurt" he insists, rolling up my dress.
He pulls a switchblade off of our nightstand.
He starts gently at first, just tracing elegant little swirls across my abdomen and stomach.
"Please Bray. Don't cut me please." I beg and whimper.
"I love you." He sighs as he presses in, just a little to draw blood.
I flinch at the sharp pain.
He applies more pressure and begins to cut into the traces.
I grasp the sheets and whimper loudly.
Why.
Why would my love do this.
Why.
He holds my shoulders down and continues.
"Bray please stop." I beg.
"It's already begun, darling." He insists gently.
He dabs the bleeding cuts with the blankets.
Tears stream out of my eyes as I whine.
"There darling. That's all." He whispers, dabbing it again.
"Bray... Why.." I whimper.
"Shh. I love you." He shushes, taking me into his arms.
I cry into his chest.
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