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"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces. I stare at him with fear, "I-" "Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear that I own you." He cuts me off. "All the pride and dignity leaving yo...

good luck, babe! || lynn loud

'i don't like her, ok?!' 'oh you definitely do' ----------- you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling