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I can’t breathe.

I’m on my knees, my head exploding with pain, and then I’m on the floor, my knees digging into Kat’s thin rug.

There is so much darkness in me, a putrid tar that pulls me under, and I know if I don’t fight it, I will submit again. Something evil has found my weak spot. It knows how good I am at letting someone else take over and control me, manipulating my urge to belong, except now there is no pleasure, and there is no reward. There is only death.

What am I doing here?

Where did Kat go?

One moment, I was deep inside her, fucking her hard against the wall until I thought the house would collapse, and the next, I’m…I’m…

I raise my head, stars behind my eyes.

Why did she run away?

Run.

I needed her, wanted her, craved her like a starving man.

She’s the only bright spot in my life.

The star that guided me back home.

I can’t remember the last four years, but I do remember wishing I could return to her.

What time is it?

When will the pain in my head go away?

I open my eyes, and they sting.

I burn.

Everything inside me burns.

My heart is on fire.

Kat. My daffodil. My love.

Why did she leave?

Where did she go?

Run. You told her to run.

She’s running away from you.

I stagger to my feet.

I’m naked.

My dick sticks out half-hard. I remember coming inside her, wanting to bury my soul there so that she’d never be rid of me. She liked it. Loved it. I told her I loved her. She didn’t tell me the same.

Did I do something wrong?

Did I say something wrong?

“Brom,” Kat had gasped as I made her come, and it sounded like a prayer.

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