9: Dorin
My eyes remain fixed on the old factory, more particularly on the floor of the loft where the lighting tells me that this is where Sixine has taken refuge. Charming, for a modern living space. Even if the size of this building reminds me that she does not live there alone, as her silence confirmed to me. I would have liked to take a look, but my influence was not enough to get me invited. I like that she resists me, it adds a little spice, although the outcome is not in doubt. Either way, she deserves my time. Soon she will be tamed. My little bird. No need for a cage to imprison her, she won’t know how to do without me, I swear to that. I leave the too-lit street for a less frequented cul-de-sac. A few notes escape from my lips. Desire, Desire, Little Bird Blood, blood, Tear the
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