Chained To You
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Last published Thu, Jul 21, 2022
Mentally gouging my eyes out, my breathing was uneven,
"Drinks, dancing and a one night stand.
That's how it was supposed to go.
Not...not this sick creepy obsession over me?!" I screamed at him.
He however remained calm, and it made me even more pissed than I already was.
But then...something flashed in his eyes for a split second and he smiled.
The same smile I fell for.
"You promised me Nicole. You're exact words were, 'I'll make it up to you. I promise.' "
Cocking his head to the side, "It's time to fullfill your promise, love."
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