A short-fused menace who plays with words - and make them kneel. Just a 5'2" of mouthy hellfire wrapped in sarcasm - setting fires with her pen and makes it sound like a poetry.
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Stories by Blondie's Playground
Who do you belong to?
He doesn't just own her-he consumes her. Mind. Body. Soul.
Every breath she takes is his permission. Every mo...
YOU. WERE. ALWAYS. MINE
She woke with no name on her lips and blood in her mouth.
The past is a void - but something... someone knows...