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My Creation

“Told you so. You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re lost.” He flashed a playful smile. That devil!

“So what if I’m in over my head,” she whispered defiantly into her knees, “I may not know what I’m doing,” tears rolled down her cheeks then slid down her thighs, “but I’m trying!” She lied.

Shoes scuffled as he approached, “You lie,” his voice amused as his lips hovered over her ear, “I am the master here. You created me, but I rule you.” He ruffled her hair, laughing lightly. “Trust me. Let me in, and I will show you what to do.”

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