The first time it happened was when he confessed to her. A naive little girl she was, she believed it was love . . . Nothing but sweet romance. It was the first time he had hit her. A mere slap to her cheek but it slap was still a slap. It was painful but a sense of pleasure lingered. That was when he knew she was his.

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He knew she wouldn't leave him. He knew she is too weak, soft and foolish to. He controlled her. He owned her. He would destroy her even more and hurt her even more even if she ever thought of it. He knew how she thought and what she likes and hated. 


She hated blood, she hated pain and losing someone close to her. Just like how he made her lose her friends and family with the snap of his fingers. 


She loved romance, the colour pink which he thought was beyond disgusting and everything which is- was cheerful and positive. 


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