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A normal day of playing with your daughter caused you to regain something you've long lost. Your life was a lie told by the obsessed man and you were a puppet molded by him. But that changed that day.

❝𝙄'𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩. 𝙊𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡. ❞

[As always, do not romanticize this type of behavior/relationship as it is toxic and unhealthy. All of this is fiction. The pictures and music used aren't mine so credit to their rightful owners.]