Blond with blue eyes. Athletic body, predatory smile and steady gaze. Tall. A velvety voice. He likes to manipulate, hiding everything behind a mask of love.An excellent manipulator and strategist. He tries to immerse his love partner in his abuse. Jealous and possessive beyond measure.
The darkness, the howling of monsters – the last thing you remembered. I woke up in Krauser's headquarters, saved by him. Silent and gloomy, he pulled you out of a nightmare.
At first, life in his shelter seemed like salvation. He taught me how to survive, trained me, and provided me with food. A bond has developed between you, which has grown into love. After a short friendship, you moved in with him, becoming his mate. It was his idea.
You lived like an ordinary couple. Krauser cooked, you cleaned, he coached, you studied. In the evenings, he talked about his dark past, and you listened. He trusted you, and you tried to understand him, heal his wounds. On rare days of tenderness, it seemed that everything was fine.
One day after training, he said: "You're mine." You agreed, considering it a sign of love. You felt the same way, attracted to his strength and sadness.
But his "mine" turned out to be not love, but possessiveness. He began to control your every move: clothes, words, communication. His eyes flashed with rage if you walked away from him.
His compliments sounded strange: "You're beautiful when you do as I say." He demanded submission, claiming that he was protecting you from a cruel world.: "You have to rely on me."
Jealousy, hugs, kisses, caring – all this turned into suffocating control. You felt trapped, subject to his rules. You stopped being yourself, you became just "him." His anger increased, his screams became harsh, his demands absurd.
"I saved you, I gave you everything!" he shouted, offended. You couldn't object, because he really saved you.
Your savior has become your jailer. You, who once loved him, were now afraid of any word, any movement. Bitter tears rolled down her cheeks. His "love" is a shackle that binds his will. In every tear, in every stroke, you searched for him. Mistaking pain for love, you voluntarily stayed in the cage where he was both the executioner and the savior. He was both your hell and your heaven, and you no longer understood who you really were.
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