My eyes lock on the gun she's holding out, aimed straight at me, as I my mind races with every memory I have of her. Every second that's led up to this. The moment her wide bourbon brown eyes meet mine and I had gasped in awe of their beauty. The way her soft voice had called me sir on our first meeting. Her darkened gaze, sweet smile, warm laugh, and gorgeous face. The way she had me hypnotized from the very first evening we spent together. The first time she came to my apartment. The way she had been soaking wet from the rain, but still looked stunning as ever. Our dinner together in my home, when she received her first punishment. The way she had smiled at the pain, rather than shying away from it. The first time I took her to my playroom and all the times that came after. How she knelt before me, surrendered herself to me, entirely at my mercy. How her skin warmed beneath my touch, the way she moaned my name, the heavenly feeling I experienced inside her. When we she would cook breakfast in the morning, music blaring, and cheerful as ever. Her constant mischief, how it used to both entertain and infuriate me. The way she would paint masterpieces before my very eyes. When she would bake and the smell would fill the halls, reminding me of happy times. She had me wrapped around her finger, anyone could see it. Spending my birthday with her was a novelty. I had never done such a thing with my other submissives. Taking her to the masquerade ball as my date. The night she met my colleagues, friends, and family. She gave me more, more than I asked for, more than I ever thought I could deserve, and I wrecked her in return. --- "Master is dark. Master is dark and I love him anyway."
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