26- No passion. No love. Just dry and penniless intercourse.

“When I vomited, he would get angry. The food he was feeding me wasn’t fit for a scavenging and dying fox. His anger turned to violence. And that would be stripping me bare and lashing out at me in his wolf formation. As if he had a whip in those nails. It was funny to him, to see me in so much excr...

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