He was my fallen angel.
Beautiful, twisted, imperfect.
He opened my eyes to the truth about myself, of how the kind of love I craved was different from everyone else’s.
Pain was the sweetest agony, cruel and jealousy the most exquisite foreplay.
He was my sadist, and I was his perfect match.
Beautiful, twisted, imperfect.
He opened my eyes to the truth about myself, of how the kind of love I craved was different from everyone else’s.
Pain was the sweetest agony, cruel and jealousy the most exquisite foreplay.
He was my sadist, and I was his perfect match.
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