It's not over
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"Sleep, I am more devoted to you than you know!" I screamed at her in frustration. "Then why don't you prove it to me." The words slithered off her tongue like a viper. "But how?" I asked looking at her. "Torture your past lover. Inflict pain upon her to prove that you are devoted to only me." My hands tremble for a brief moment. "Okay, I will."
*If it's not already obvious this is a Sleep token fan fiction revolving around the relationship between Sleep and Vessel
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