It's My Fault

It's My Fault

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Dec 9, 2017
"You're mine, you hear that?" "I heard you." "Do you love me?" ".....Yes." "Really?" "Yes, I love you." Clare Kiligan was happy. She loved her friends, her family, her dog, she just loved her life. Until one day, when nothing seems to be working. The young woman ventures out, until she's whisked away from the life that she loved so much. "I can't fight him. He thinks I'm his plaything. He controls me. He could kill me at any time, and I wouldn't be able to resist him. He's fucking insane. A monster." "A murderer."
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