Since he marked me I was more attached which made the plan starting so difficult but I made sure he didn't have a mind link to me cause that would have ruined everything. So the first thing I had to do was get money and I acted like an amazing actor like I was actually like going love him a monthly I would ask for money use some for the clothes since that's why I asked for it and the rest went into a bank account that only me Robin and Chelsie knew about. They were risking everything for me so I knew a b***h had to take them too. Because the firstly were really close to me so they would probably be tortured to death and I can't survive without them. Their my water when I'm stuck desert their the Tylenol that I take when my head hurts their the sunshine of my life.
So we've been collecting money for months now and were taking clothes were having backpacks tiny ones that are filled with a little bit of water and have snacks and extra clothes for the shifting like two or three things but we're not leaving yet.
I've been trying to distance myself and it hasn't been working because he's him. I've rejected him once before and he just got a witch to make us mates again and to make the bond even stronger so that's great. It's not like my bad b***h ass is trying to run away. Something else he wants a kid and he keeps trying but that plan B is kicking his ass you heard. I ain't having no mini him I mean it's hard enough if I had a mini-me I mean I'm a bad b***h and one of a kind so two people with that mentality are deadly. Anyway, something is forestalling my leaving because I'm sick so we're gonna have to push it further but it's gonna happen, and don't think it won't. Watch what happens you gonna be proven wrong.
But anyway I'm walking to my room or our as his w***e ass would say and I'm dizzy and I think I need to go to the doctor so since I can't go anywhere outside of the packhouse without him I have to ask him like I'm some sort of peasant-like noooo honey. But I asked and we go so he' says
To Be Continued. . . . . . . .