My person, my beast

My person, my beast

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He was a beast and it was true in every sense of the word. He never smiled, he wasn't kind and he was definitely not patient . He lied, he lusted and he searched. Searched for the one person they had hidden from him .. since they had learned of his weakness. He had to find her . She was the only one who could bring her out of this insanity. She would be his person. She would be his savior.
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She was a wounded beast, ridiculed by Second Salemers. He was a simple passerby, just wanting to help. She never expected to be helped by anyone for that matter, let alone an expert of what she was. And he . . . He never expected to find the love of his life.

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