Their Possession by A K RoseShe breathes like she still remembers the leash. Moves like she knows I'm already watching. But she doesn't run. Not anymore. She kneels bare feet, bloodied floor, collar tight and hums like that sound belongs to her. It doesn't. It belongs to me. Always did. They starved her. Staged her. Tried to turn her breath into a weapon. But what they didn't understand? That sound she made in the dark wasn't surrender. It was a summons. And I'm the one who
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