Until She Breaks
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Last published Sat, May 10, 2025
He didn't ask.
He just took.
Now I belong to a man with cold eyes, cruel hands, and a voice that makes me tremble.
He says I was made for him.
That I'll beg before I run.
And I'll crawl back when I do.
He's my captor.
My punishment.
My addiction.
This isn't love.
It's obsession.
And it's all I have left.
And the worst part?
I think I want him to ruin me.
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