TWISTED BONDS
The smell of blood filled my one-room apartment, their clothes scattered all over the bedroom, and my gun was neatly arranged in his hands, artfully staging the scene while I finished my makeup.
I never really liked Aaron. I got him last year as a plaything, probably because I was a sexually starved, traumatized woman—or maybe I just liked the idea of having a boyfriend as an accessory. Maybe it was both. Last I checked, he was supposed to stay loyal and not divert every single penny I worked so damn hard for into his personal account, take ownership of my house behind my back, and, worst of all, blow my money on the whore I caught him with.
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