He tortured her. It was unbearable.
Every time he hurt her, he would apologize. He always said he never wanted to hurt her, but he always tortured her.
He was a sadist. He liked to hurt her, but hated it at the same time. He scratched her, he cut her, he pulled her hair.
Then, he would cup her face into his hands and wipe away the tears guiltily, but lovingly.
"You are mine," he whispered.
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100 Yellow Roses
Short Story*Completed/editing* He's obsessed, she's scared. Sent 100 yellow roses to profess his love, or rather, his infatuation.... The wrong kind of love. *Awesome cover by @mayliemerlin Highest rank: #69 in Short Story
