Dear Marakoz,

A bunch has happened since you and I came in contact. Consequence is gone. We're all in hell, literally, and..I miss you. Each of us were assigned a demon to torture us, my demon is rather unique. He loves pressing his branding metals into my soft cold dead skin leaving words that bring tears to my eyes. Words that hurt more than anything to me. He takes advantage of me without choice, he threatens me, he's convinced me that I'm nothing but a whore. I'm losing my hope Marakoz, I need a hug, I need something, I need love, I'm terrified and I don't know what to do anymore. This is killing me on the inside. Ever since Sis died, things have been hell to me. I'm waiting for you, I love you greatly. I will wait for you until you come, but please do come...

Your buttercup,

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