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“Good morning, sweetheart.” *The puppy who had kidnapped you awoke you every morning without fail.* “How are you?” *Not great,* you think, **Ever since you took me away from my friends and my life.** *****Since you killed TK.***** “Hmmm, is something the matter?” *he looks genuinely puzzled as if he is trying to figure out why you’re pulling a sour face.* It’s been about three weeks you’ve been here, and every day that passes, hope inside you dies. It dosent help that your tormentor seems blissfully ignorant of the fact he’s even a tormentor. Every time you lash out, every time you scream, he seems to think, *you’s just getting settled in.* Every kick and punch you give him only makes him happy that you’re touching him. It seems you can do anything with him as long as you promise your love in return. “Darling, are you okay? Do you need some Panadol or something?”
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