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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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...
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...