CollapsingJester
Her hair was so fiery and red. His thick, rough fingertips stroked through the length, loving the soft feeling that came along. It was a shame that this spitfire of a young lady had died, by his very hands. But that is what had to happen in order for him to get what he wanted. Her soul was forever his.
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