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“Are you ready to die?”
He wasn’t himself. I could see it in his eyes. His soul had been taken over by her. The fire that replaced his kindness scorched me to my soul. Her grasp on me grew tighter with every slight move I made. The smell of sulfur from her breath only made me realize more of my impending fate.
I was ready, ready to die. I had nothing to live for. The betrayal I felt compared nothing to the love that I had lost and it was at her hand that it all perished.
