CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

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Adonis Ian Black. I've heard people call love a delicious poison; how it strips you of your defences and leaves you naked to whatever torture your loved one imparts upon you. I never understood why they said it. You see, I'm much of a conqueror than a chaser. If I like something, I wrap my fingers around it and fist it in my hand. I do not let it go and I'm proud of my ability to possess things. And I have my controlling ways, I know people hates me for it but it can't be helped. Ever since I was a child, my father encouraged me to get my life in order, to be in control. He changed when my mother and sister died but I couldn't. From that day onwards, I took complete control of my life, I was the one who could hurt myself, make myself love and force myself to feel pain. For years I felt n

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