He made her walk through the hottest flames of hell, ripped her heart out to make her feel the emptiness in her chest, destroyed her moral and sucked the strength from her soul. He stripped her naked, made her reveal her fears and hopes, her dreams and darkest secrets. He made her trust him and fall in his arms, lured her into an abyss that was once his love.
But that's not how it all began. He loved her, she was the most precious girl to him, she completed him. Somewhere, between the "I love yous" he fell out. Went to the darkest side, and allowed malice to take possession of his heart.
That girl that was once his other half became his prey. He tortured her, crashed her trust. She was broken. The ice from his soul froze her life and transformed her into a statue. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't see, she couldn't walk, she couldn't talk, but she could hear. She could hear!
Over and over again she heard fainted voices telling her to escape, but this was not what she wanted. She felt comfortable in her misery. She still loved him, that was her weakness. She wanted to hold onto his broken promises, she wanted to revive the memories they once shared. She couldn't move on. She was not ready. She did not want to let go just yet. These blurred recollections made her feel alive. She wanted to feel alive again, but not without him. Chained to a past, chained to her death, she cried out for help. Her cries were silent for it was too late. He disguised her agony into happiness, she was caged and put away. That girl whose childhood was about finding her Prince Charming, became a puppet to a monster, fell into the devil's hand and died only knowing suffering.
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