Then she killed me. (Lesbian Stories)
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Last published Tue, Oct 6, 2015
It still lingers deep inside me.
The anger, the tears, the blood, the madness.
I can still feel her cold fingers threatening my skin with their love.
This story is short, only a few chapters. If you're more into long stuff, this isn't for you.
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