her courage wavered and so did her very life form. he kept her isolated, granted no kindness to her and banished any contact she had with her past life.
he played with her, used her, he raped her.
she deliberated where she had gone wrong. she wondered, was it simply the ring that triggered her husband or was it something more?
but her thoughts soon hit a wall, as soon as he started to slap her once again.
she became a doll;
and he was her puppeteer.
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Poetryhe was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04...
