I have a monster. His name is Malachy, and he lost his mind on the same day I almost lost my life. He has no boundaries. He has no morals. He doesn’t live by the same code as most folks. Ten years ago he messed me up. I wanted to believe it was an accident, but ignoring what’s staring me in the face would be like missing the writing on the wall when it’s painted in bright red crimson blood. My blood. Which just happens to be what he’s out for. My fear is his drug. My protests excite him....
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I have a monster. His name is Malachy, and he lost his mind on the same day I almost lost my life. He has no boundaries. He has no morals. He doesn’t live by the same code as most folks. Ten years ago he messed me up. I wanted to believe it was an accident, but ignoring what’s staring me in the face would be like missing the writing on the wall when it’s painted in bright red crimson blood. My blood. Which just happens to be what he’s out for. My fear is his drug. My protests excite him. And my life? Well that’s been in his hands since the day he walked back into it. Kiss, cuddle or torture? That’s the game we started.
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