picullus
Before you leave, let me know one thing, Did you ever love me? Of course I loved you. I have killed for you. But you killed my mother. She was hurting you, I did what I thought was right. You did what you wanted, that's not love, that's selfishness.
The binding was cinched tighter as she got ready. with each tightening, she felt a sense of completion. She was used to being in this already. She wasn't a woman without it. She felt beautiful.