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Nov 29, 2007 17:50

She would let him plant bruises like kisses, beautiful flowering purple that stained her pale skin. Nothing was the same but their hands, and hers would be tied and held at the wrist until they were tinged blue. When he fucked her, she would scream. He never left her unmarred, and he could taste her love-a love never reciprocated, but nonetheless ( Read more... )

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nbaeker November 29 2007, 19:33:18 UTC
i *love* it!!

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lunglock November 29 2007, 21:26:06 UTC
haha omg.

Dear Narcissa, I broke your sister.

LOVE THAT. :D

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