Canvas - Z.M

Canvas - Z.M

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Nothing but intoxication. Nothing but a cold soul in the middle of the night, when the moon is at it's highest and his glass is at his lowest. When his hand raises, it's enough for me to beg on my knees. It's enough for me to fend for myself, to stop myself from saying anything that intensifies his anger, to stop him from going any further and worsening his canvas. My body - his canvas.
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"My precious fiore, who taught you to beg like that?" "Please, don't hurt me." "Begging like that only makes me want to do even worse things to you. Don't you know it's a natural human instinct to want to make yourself feel better by making someone else feel worse. If someone begs for something from you, it is likely that they are not satisfied with what they have." "...am satisfied." "Yet your body is hungry for more."

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