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I knew he would kill me since the very first moment I got into that place. He would compose the most enchanting scene of pain, and in the end he would look down to my body and he would laugh. Laugh uncontrollably. But, before killing me, he would have fun. He would set fire in my body and he would make me ask, cry and yell to him. Please, don’t stop. Harder. Faster. Go, Tom. And then, when he finishes up, he would take me out of the carpet, throw me into the bathroom and say he didn’t love me. That he would NEVER love me. That he would kill me at any moment, with no previous advice. So he would tell me to continue being this freaky little girl. And he would say he would want nothing but me. ME. That he would kill me the following day. But I’m waiting for this day for long nineteen years. Thanks God he wouldn’t be strong enough to do this, because he felt in the bones I was the one. ‘Cause in the end, he would love me forever more.  

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