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Eve. My eyes were glued to the vanity's mirror, admiring his handiwork on me... my body. On my left cheekbone was a unique small tattoo made by Flavian, his signature. He marked my face with his signature, and unless someone notices it, it'll just appear as a normal new calligraphy tattoo I got. God, this man, he turned into the devil for sure. Shall I go to church and give testimony on how I was almost possessed by the devil but didn't succumb? I must say I'm quite surprised, thrilled, even. He's obsessed now, and this is only the beginning. I'm sure in his point of view he thinks I'm his little puppet, little did he know I have him wrapped around my fingers now. It's been a couple of hours since he left to go back to his family, leaving me with nothing but a note. —I'll be back. T
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