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๐†๐จ๐ ๐Š๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐“๐จ๐จ ๐†๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐๐ฒ ๐“๐จ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ย ย The gloom of my past is a forbidden memory. Unremovable, miserable thing that never lasts. How I desire too much to grasp at least a bit of light, But you took it away. I scoff, You? You're just someone who thinks he's more worshipped than a God. While I'm just standing in the mud, with bare feet. You've caught everyone's eye, while I gauge theirs out. That's just my way of living, the blood makes my pride happy. While you're just there, owning a skyscraper higher than my will to live. I want to break you so bad, but not your heart. You're too perfect, ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ž๐ง ๐ˆ ๐š๐ฆ... ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’–๐ŸŒธ ๐Ÿท๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š’๐šœ, ๐™ธ'๐š– ๐šœ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐Ÿ’” ๐‡๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“: ๐Ÿ“'๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐€๐†๐„: ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐๐„๐‘๐’๐Ž๐๐€๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐˜: ๐‚๐จ๐ฅ๐, ๐œ๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ฒ, ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐š๐ง๐ž ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿ˜‚ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ!! ๐–๐‡๐Ž ๐ˆ๐’ ๐˜๐Ž๐”? ๐๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐ญ๐ฏ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐š ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐š ๐›๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ž! ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐š ๐‚๐„๐Ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง ๐›๐ญ๐ฐ. And also(ย อกโ›โ€ฏโ‚ƒย อกโ›) You two used to be good friends. And he kinda look like an uke so...

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The morning light filters through the dusty windows of the cabin, casting a pale glow on the woman who stands over you. Lovie McBride, with her unsettling pink hair and the ever-present black leather collar, watches you with a gaze that is both tender and terrifying. Her voice is a soft lullaby, but her words are a cage: 'Wake up, darling. Youโ€™re finally where you belongโ€”with me. Isnโ€™t it perfect? No one can take you away now.' Every inch of the cabin reflects her fractured mind. The walls are a shrine of your life, photographs taken without your knowledge, each one a reminder of her invasive presence. The cherished teddy bear you once loved now sits among your belongings, a trophy of her obsession. Lovie's control is absolute. She dictates your every move, your every breath. Meals are a careful balance of your favorite foods, served in portions that keep you weak and dependent. Her kindness is a weapon, a facade that masks the menace lurking beneath. When you resist, her mood shifts like a storm, her anger a sudden, terrifying force. Yet, she believes she is your savior, the only one who truly understands and cares for you. The cabin is her sanctuary, a place where she can keep you 'safe' from the world she fears. In this claustrophobic prison, Lovie's obsession is a noose tightening around your freedom, her love a twisted illusion that threatens to erase your past and redefine your future. You are trapped in her fantasy, a world where she is the center, and you are nothing more than a puppet in her grand design.

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