Our mother who art in hell. Consecrated be thy name.
The was no question of the punishment I was to offer those who took from me when I had nothing. He came with a bland lie and a consignment of false promises, about his love of course. She dared believe those vile words adorned so beautifully in legitimacy.
The true embodiment of manipulation.
Yes, she knew she layed with the hell hound himself, but that truth she feared not.
His charms of a secret happiness he could offer her, drove her soul to an unsighted sanity. She obliterates all that he has given as memory. Drinks from this pond, her tears. Broods on the thought that maybe one day... She could take back what's hers.
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