He had something over her. He possessed a power over her; from the way he spoke to her to the way he held her. It was all very possessive like nobody else could touch her but him; when they were out and people came over to talk to her he’d have his hand over her body. Claiming her like some prize he’d won at an arcade. She was his toy that he liked to throw around like a rag-doll, especially when nobody was looking. She couldn’t escape. She was young and beautiful, she was a fool but she was his fool. Time will pass and he will grow tired of her just like his last one and he will find a new toy leaving her alone trying desperately to cover her body.
Author Notes: this is SUPER short i know sorry!!