She was another heartless soul wondering around waiting, waiting for a love that would save her from her imprisonment. Deep, dead, shackled and hopeless he had her captured, another skeleton in the graveyard of the hearts he stole.
She was in love with a demon in all his evil ways she couldn't stay away she was a feign, for the pain addicted to this love laced in cyanide. He knew his power, consciously poisoning her spirit, stealing her innocence and manipulating her mind...
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