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But this girl…somehow I knoe crossed paths in town, I would look I would fall toher to speak, so I could hear her voice

Breath rattling in h the di withdesperately to see her face, I take ht, slowly letting the beam illuminate her

The moment I see her face, I drop the phone

No

Jesus There is no way she’s real

She’s nothing short of an angel Delicate, hair the color of sunlight, golden eyes No, all of her is golden Glowing and soft and young Oh God, so young Not a day over eighteen or nineteen if I’ to do?

Every once in a while, the pressure in ets too intense and I have to beat off in the shower ofor anyone I don’t need to A few strokes of my oversized fist and my spend spews everywhere, thein a way that’s worth the mess I have to clean up

Fro but her mouth

Thought of those bee-stung lips ue me so often, I won’t be able to leave the house or sleep or do e to unzip ainst that ue

“Please, sir? Can you unlock the shackles?”

My God, how long have I been standing here, stupefied by one little peek at her face?

Horrified atfor the shackle Along the way, s and I start to pant I’ht woman down on her back in a filthy basement and ruts her without permission No, that would push me over the line from unredeemable to full-on monster If she’s locked up in the baseh terrible times Terrible I won’t be another one for her

Soet the padlock sprung open and she sobs as the chains fall away

And then…