Vile thoughts swarmed Fyodor’s head, his love for you felt more like an addiction. You let him use you, violate you, desecrate you, penetrate you and most importantly, you let the man complicate you. Your once innocent mind now clouded with the thoughts he had implanted into your foolish mind. He slowly reaches up, grabbing your chin and pulling you closer. His deep purple eyes locked on yours as he stared through you. You were his to torment, to control and manipulate.

“How pathetic.”