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The rope around my throat digs deep, and the burns on my neck ooze blood and fear. Your leash on me is attached by a choke chain and I feel I'm on my last breath. You terrify me and leave me shaking, and I know it's not healthy but I can't lose you; perhaps I prefer it this way, perhaps you're the one I need. Perhaps we can fix each other.
Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Maxine Murray (OC)
Trigger warning: age gap, drugs, alcohol, abuse, sexual assault, molestation, rape, NSFW, kinks, rape play, mental illness.
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No disrespect toward Hillire Burton or any of the other lovely ladies who are married or in a relationship with any of the men/women on the cast of TWD. This is the work of FICTION.
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