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60. Pleasure And Pain
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2024-12-30 07:12:25"No, I handled it all wrong, I know. But you meant more than just some toy or puppet to me." I told my voice but she didn't believe me.
She was everything to me. She was the first woman to ever challenge me. The first to ever capture my heart. Before I met her, I didn’t even know I had a heart. She looked at me with chastisement and hurt.I shook my head, refusing to agree with her. "I understand why you’re angry at me," I said. "I forced things on you. I forced you to crave my touch...""If you really understand everything that you’ve done to me, then you’d understand why I don't want to be with you again." Her chest moved up and down as her breath sped up.She was looking so pale, so tired. So I said, "Don’t upset yourself, Amore. You need some rest. Do you need me to get anything for you? Water?"She shook her head. "I just need you to leave me alone and give me time to heal."I reached out my hand to touch her again; this time, I succeeded in taking h
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