"I will ruin you baby," he whispers digging his nails into my hips sending a chill cascading down my spine.
"Then ruin me Jude, ruin me till there's nothing left of me." I spoke softly, "make me feel something, make me feel anything, make me feel al...
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The day Born Victim performed their first show at Amelie hall there was a thunderstorm.
Jude and I awoke in the early mornings, the sliver of sunlight glistening through the curtains. I woke up and found him already awake which was odd considering her barely slept last night. His hair was messy with sleep- just the way I adored it, his dark eyes hooded and lips puffy the way they always were in the morning.
