Intoxicate Love
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[Warning: 18+]
I'm Elena. My mother died when I was 10. After that, my dad married my mom's friend, who was his secretary too.
And now I'm lying in her son's arms. I never thought he would do it with me. Paul was on me while I was staring out the window of the car. He was quietly sleeping. I was stroking his hair and singing a poem that had previously been recited by Mom. Suddenly, the surroundings began to light up slowly. So it'll be dawn soon. I put my voice down. He was still clutching me tightly in his sleep. I attempted to loosen his grip.
Ahh! In anguish, I closed my eyes. My lower back and lower body were in excruciating pain. I gently rested his head on the seat and smiled at him. I softly called his name, "Paul." "You know how much I love you," I added. "But now it's irrelevant to me," I said as I stroked his hair. "Are you sure you love me?" "Then you gave me the ability to hurt you too." I kissed him on the lips as I said this. I got out of the car after giving him my farewell kiss. I didn't feel any pain. The stain on my back was already black and crimson. I made my way to my room. It's already light outside.
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