I felt warm soft lips on my neck. My body felt like it was igniting. 
“Your skin is so soft.” A voice said against my neck.  

It was a familiar smooth voice that felt like it was filled with a richness. I felt a soft bite into my neck, and I moaned. Large hands slid down my sides. My knee went up and those large hands slid up my thighs, gently, caressing me. 
The hands came up and moved between us to grab at my breasts.
 The mouth that was occupying my neck moved down kissing my throat. My hands slid from his pale skin to his muscled back and wrapped into clean white hair. 
** 
Grey Eyes, black wings, and white hair that reminded me of silver. That was my future. A mastermind behind a stone mask. Someone who had been my bully all throughout my childhood. He became my captor, my husband, my abuser, my protector, my comfort, my partner, and my lover.  

War is horrible, there is no other universal truth that is truer. It turns its victims, and everyone is a victim in war, into monsters and the victors write history. History shows that the winners where courageous and the good guys. The truth is the people who write history, the winners, they’re sinister. You must be to win.  

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