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  • Innocence past

    He was unsure of her. From the very first day. He thought, no, he KNEW she was playing with him. A sinister game, more for her amusement than for the times gone by. But she was wildly intoxicating. The more he drank her in, the more he needed her. And today, he had drunk from […]

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  • Feast.

    Her eyes lazily glide down her form. She’s looking at her with a satisfied gaze of a proprietor knowing his prized catch is not going anywhere. What comes after the thrill of the chase, for some lucky ones, is the contentment of ownership, the luxury of knowing that the game has been won – the […]