The Lost Art Of Murder [tom riddle]

Her independence is a myth I allow her to believe, a tale spun from the webs of my calculated benevolence. I revel in the knowledge that her choices are but echoes of my unvoiced commands, her freedom, an illusion artfully crafted by my hand.

TW: violence, anxiety, abuse, blood, possessiveness (I'll add or remove as I continue writing).

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