She is a stranger amongst the world, a captive behind her smiles and lies which shelters the truth. But I know her, we are caged together with the demons and guilt, yet my love is stronger against all our loss and I want to help her heal, to set her free. Under her cloak still lies my scared kitten, feral to her soul because of what he took from both of us. If it’s the last thing I do, I will help her roar like the tiger I know her to be, even if it means setting her free from me.
Caged by their demons and primal need, will their love be strong enough to set them free?
#1 No matter how much I try, I can’t stop shopping at Typo or the local
tattooist. I believe that would be how I would introduce myself at an anonymous
#2 I write under another name but I’m not going to tell you … don’t beg, she
will kill me if I tell. Ha! So I guess you could call me a genre whore.
#3 My phone is my life line. I can’t leave the house without it.
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