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She didn’t know what she was getting herself into. She didn’t understand the consequences of her decisions. People tried to warn her, but she wouldn’t listen. She was decided; there was no convincing her otherwise. Their words were pointless, lost in the air between their mouths and her ears.

He was whispering to her, keeping her from hearing them. How could she not see him for who he really was? How could she be so blind? It was because he knew how to manipulate her weakness. He’d applauded her anger, her aggression, when it happened and catered to her pain better than anyone else could at the time. She should have known better, she should have seen him coming, but she was too broken to think clearly then.

Will she be eternally trapped in darkness now? Will she ever be able to escape his grasp? Will she ever be able to tune out his words, his lies and deceit? What will it take for her to understand what she’s gotten herself into? What will it take for her to see what she’s sacrificed as a result of this decision? Will she be given a second chance?

Those who watch and worry, pray her fate has not been sold. Pray her decisions can still be reversed. Pray that she’ll hear their prayers and reclaim her soul. Pray that if she finally sees the light, she’ll still have enough life in her to claw her way out of the fire.

And that he won’t force her to stay, now that she belongs to him.