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" If I can't have you, I'll just break you to pieces so that no one can hold you as a whole. " Devaine said as he held Marco's chin. She was smiling like a villain that she was and looking down at the boy who was bathing in his own blood with bruises and uncountable cuts all over his body. The nation's flowerboy with perfectly tanned skin, ocean deep blue eyes, and sunny blond hair is now unrecognizable with chains on both feet and hands as he bathes with his fresh mixed with old crusty blood. He can now feel his last minute of life as he feels like his body is now slowly giving up. He looked up at Devaine, who was smiling as she watched him slowly losing his breath. She was glad. She was happy. She was content. That the one she loved was now gone and never be taken by anyone else. Or does she really love him? Was it really 'love'? " FUCK! " Candy blurted as she looked in the mirror and saw Devaine's face. It was the very last character she wanted to possess in all of the characters in the books she had read.
CHAPTER 1 : CANDY
