Violent Delights

Violent Delights

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My name is Isobel Dmitri. I dream of fire and masochism and enjoy it. And I never knew why, which was as bad as the dreams themselves because I always felt way out of sync with the rest of the world. Everyone, including me, thought I was mad, and by the end we were all waiting on tenterhooks for the men in white coats; though I think I would have preferred that to the terrible truth. My name is Isobel Dmitri, and this is the story of how I died…
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There is no way that I can escape this now; no way that I can possibly escape her and all that lies behind the darkness in her eyes. I've gone too far. Inexplicably, I have become entranced by everything that she is, especially the red that we share. She is like the moon: haunting, beautiful, and so far out of reach. I have walked her through the gates of hell and, still, she has made no attempt to turn back. She likes to push my buttons, to put me on edge in an attempt to feel the red that resides within her. She is dangerous, but I cannot pull myself away from her gravity. *WARNING: Contains mature content, swearing, violence, death, and possible trigger warnings.

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