I am the puppet. He is my puppeteer. What he demands, I do. I don’t ask questions. I don’t think about the actions. I just do what he says. Maybe out of love or maybe out of fear. Fear for what would happen of one day I defined him. He says that I am not his first and he says that I won’t be the last if I don’t do as he says. I dress in black. While he dresses in white. I am the evil. While he is the good. He is my puppeteer. And I am his puppet.All Rights Reserved