Possession.
My little possession.
She was crying when the first time I met her.
Her eyes in a mess. She was like a pity lifeless doll because of her miserable looks that day.
But,
'What a beautiful soul.'
Rather than find me a pity for her. In my eyes, the desire of the way she looked screamed so differently. She looked so beautiful in those conditions.
Weak. But, pretty.
A pretty lily flower that ready to be wilted.
I want her. For me. Only for me.
In the golden cage that I build. She gonna be mine. Forever.
You can't run for me, Little girl.
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The Blood of Whiskey
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