Me, myself and her

Me, myself and her

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It started when I was young. I didn't know what was happening, no one did. I still don't know what's going on with me. I can never be alone because, she, is always there. Her name was never mentioned, so I always called her, Her. She's inside me and I can't get away. ********** This is my first story, and depending on how it will go, will determine if I keep it up or not. I hope you guys like it! I'm not the best at planning so it will mostly go up when I get insperation. I have a small plot sketch planned up for this story but I might add and take away from it. I am completly open to constructive critism, therefore if you have any ideas, feel free to message me or comment! I hope it will go well so comment/ message me to tell me! Thank you Tessa
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"You're the only thing that I have ever truly loved," he states, leaning in closer. I try to scoot away, but he corners me on the bed, placing his body over mine. "Get off me!" I exclaim, angrily. "I'm not who you think I am. That can't be possible." His face comes closer to mine as he pins my wrists to the bed. "It is possible. I loved you for three, short, human years, and then you left me. Now that I have you back, though, I will never let that happen again." ***** Salem's earliest memories were of her parents preforming odd rituals. She never really understood anything they said in them, but she would always sit in the middle of the big, circled, star and giggle. At age 10, both of her parents died. She was thrown into foster care. Without them around to explain to her exactly what the rituals meant, Salem was never told that she was a sacrifice to a demon king in exchange for all the money they could ever ask for. On her 20th birthday, at the stroke of midnight, the demon king finally comes for her. She is completely unaware of the situation, and she begins to try her best at resisting his advances, but he is very possessive, very persuasive, and very determined to claim what is rightfully his.

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