my nightmare
He was dangerous. His ravenous smile and rough hands made me tremble, and my skin craved his touch. His heart was made of cracked stone, but he still bled. He was my nightmare, my heartbreaking dream.
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He was dangerous. His ravenous smile and rough hands made me tremble, and my skin craved his touch. His heart was made of cracked stone, but he still bled. He was my nightmare, my heartbreaking dream.