Father Dearest

Father Dearest

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"Leave with me." He whispered against my lips. His pink mouth was so close to mines that it frightened me to a high degree. I shouldn't be doing this. But my body responds so intensely when he touched me in the simplest ways. "Father Dearest wouldn't enjoy my absence." I muttered weakly. "He can not control you, Essence." I stepped away from his warm touch. The large room seems to become smaller. I really shouldn't be doing this. Becoming attached. Shaking my thoughts away I looked at Christian in his stormy grey eyes with sadness. "But he can." I mumbled as he took a step forward, grabbing my cold hands,again, with his. "Father Dearest always get what he wants." I admitted with a quake in my voice. With one more glance into the eyes that haunted my dreams I closed my own and prepared myself for the sin that I was about to commit.As I stabbed the man I loved with the knife that held me captive. "Father always gets what he wants."
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