Terror starts picking at the seams of my mind, throwing hateful words like rapture and holocaust at me.
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m possessed, gripping her head and looking at the deep crimson bruise on her neck, fading to black at the edges. Her wrists are banded with yellow-green bruises, and when I turn her I spot the finger marks left on her thigh.
“Did he do this to you?
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She lowers her forehead to the floor, curling starlight tendrils under her face when she rocks in the yoga pose, so tempting and sexy even in her deepest despair. Her courage is failing and I wait it out, watching the prone woman bend subconsciously in prostrate worship. She knows who I am or she wouldn't do that.
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I die a little more, still in silence, paralysed by you, in fear, in pain.
PoppetWho are you?
Your angel. Vengeance.
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