Your slave.
Your slave.

Your slave.

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Something in his stomach made him feel that this day would add another weight to his vital burden on this earth. He sat on the bed and took a deep breath, running his hand over his face to remove the last layer of sleep that prevented him from getting up, yawned and saw her, smiled. He saw her everywhere, her wallpaper, her posters all over the two-room apartment, saw her in the form of small, medium and large dolls and smiled again. She was her motive, she was death.
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