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"There's only a fragment left of what I used to be.

I'll give you with the whole of the pieces,

hold them gently. Shower them with soft kisses"

She was right. He was a charmer and it was his truth. The truth that she always reflected to him.

Their truth.

Her voice smooth like silk, still held reins over him just like her touch on his skin. The sensations revisited.

Goosebumps.

He couldn't forget that girl, he did not wish to. Her presence bordered his sanity and she was another thing residing in him entirely, concealed.

She had been his own to love as he pleased and she submitted to his affinity for dominance. That was how she had mastered him and in the end he had been a puppet

Her puppet.

Before it was her choice to walk away. Leaving him half raging and mad but he didn't hate her for it. Not even a bit.

"I don't know who wouldn't fall for your charms."