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The Watcher
You think you can walk away from me bitch? You belong to me! Me! Sashaying into your office in that red dress you so love. And that bastard you're dating, ain't gonna happen for long. You're my property bitch! I watch through your curtains as you peacefully dream. Those sweet dreams will turn to nightmares before long. No clue I follow, watching your every move, each breath. Chance and time will come. I'll take you back, forced. Your lesson in leaving is planned; pain, blood. I want your screams! You're mine bitch!
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