The lies were so many that I couldn't tell the truth from the lie. I fell into a dream, I turned my dream into a nightmare. A pair of green eyes meant a pair of death. Whereas, I thought death was black or red. It's green, mixing the truth with the lie. Green was the protagonist of nightmares. And when death came, it ran away from the green. Because even taking some monsters to hell was a sin.
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"His desire for you scares me a little, frankly... How do you plan to hide the bruises on your neck?" Watching my reflection in the mirror, I stroked the bruises covering my white skin with my fingertips. I knew that these bruises remained as traces of a moment that gave me pleasure, but I involuntarily returned to my childhood.
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