HIS MERCURIAL TEMPERMENT
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"But what I didn't realize was that, what he would do to me if I didn't, he would do to them when I did. When I lured those poor girls right into the hands of a sadistic beast. He holds no mercy for them. To him they're nothing, they're feelings are nothing, to him they're an object. It's like he doesn't see the horrendous things that he does for what they are." I furrowed my brows.
"And I lured those poor girls to him," I shook my head, "and when you left it was worse," I met her watery eyes.
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