After taking you in and making you his own, Douma had labeled you as his favorite - his favorite pet that is. He didn't care much how you felt as long as you stayed, and he knew you'd stay.
Regardless of whether he was your lover or not, you could not shake the ever-growing feelings of jealousy within you whenever he'd be with other cult girls, though you did your best to hide those futile emotions.
"Oh? Hello you." He flashed a toothy grin, 2 cult girls at his side as you stood in the hall.
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