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This was my favourite fucking shirt

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This was my favourite fucking shirt."
I rumble to myself as I wipe the gore of the walls. It was all in suddenness, I had to act quickly or else he would continue his demented ways, he tried to hurt my beloved and she wasn't going to his next victim. Atleast I know she's safe.

I drop the now blood soaked shirt on the concrete below and blow my platinum hair, that was stuck to my forehead, out of my eyes.

My name is Jesse Dominiq I'm an old face in new york and I'm the girl captivated by a fresh face, Cleo Satori.

I felt a strong desire. A longing. A yearning. A craving. For this girl I'm addicted to the way she makes me feel. I don't care about anything else
She is everything to me.

And now, as she grows older and wiser, more low lifes and unworthy peasants leech onto her. They want her, but not in the same way I want her, they could never love and appreciate her the way I do. She belongs to me alone.

There is nothing I won't do for her, I won't let anyone who tries to come between us get out alive. I don't care who I have to hurt and I don't care who's blood I have to spill. Nothing
else matters, no one else matters,

Cleo Satori will be mine


She doesn't have a choice, I'll make sure of it

A month prior ...

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