Object of his desire was she, who, he was so obsessed with. Yet, the very thought of him sent a chill down her spine, making her shiver; and escape.
But as though her life was an entwined maze, before long, she’d again find herself confronting him. He never let her go out of his domain, possessed her ruthlessly.
He called it love, but it was no less a torture for her. Because, her true lover was whom she was cruely separated from, by this monster, in his urge to quench his lust! She hated him, but could do nothing except wilt slowly.
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