Shadows Never Die . . .

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Warning :: Suggestive themes!

You were naked, in the shared bedroom…looking at your body…you felt…fat almost…you sigh in reply and turned around. Seeing your crazed lover, Two Time. Standing there..smiling widely.

“What’s wrong dear?” They murmur taking in your body. They walked over and put their hands around your waist. Hugging you tightly, putting their head on your shoulder.

You wanted to cry, badly. It wasn’t even funny to Two Time when they saw you clench your fist. They backed up, and tilted their head.

“What’s wrong dear? Why must you be so angry? The Spawn has blessed you with a beautiful body. . .” They murmur, holding your hands. You pull back…as if you were angry…

They move closer, grabbing your chin and turning it to face them. “Dear, why must you hate your body. You’re beautiful the way you are…even The Spawn says you’re beautiful from above.” They smile and shoved you softly and down onto the bed. They cuddle up against you. You started crying in their arms, you felt loved. Wanted, even needed. Something others couldn’t give you but Two Time.

The next day, you…finally wore the dress they got you. It was pretty, a couple of real flowers here and there with the softest fabric ever. They got up and ruffled their messy and desperate hair, they turned to you with that same insane like smile. They hugged you. “You’re wearing the dress I bought you!” They exclaimed before they pulled back from the hug.

You didn’t like their hugs sometimes, only because it would lead to something bad. But the hugs felt so warm yet, so far. When they first found you. You were a crying mess with makeup dropped all over your face, you were the person they loved. Only because you’re caring, you were helpful, and you didn’t lie.

You were laying down, waiting for Two Time to finish changing.

“I’m finished! How do I look?” They say, adjusting their tuxedo.