Content warning: Dark themes ahead. This is a work of fiction, not a confession, intention, or endorsement of violence.
Friday, August 22nd
12:53|am
How pathetic of you,
Sacrificing her for the thrill.
Knowing I don’t get my hands dirty,
For anyone,
But me.
I’m willing to call it even.
Body for body.
Life for life.
Love for love.
If you’re willing.
But if you push,
I will not warn.
For you know me well,
And surely,
Will see.
Deadly Yours,
Analise
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Thank you for reading, and for crossing into The Diary of Analise Devereaux.


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