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1. "She was a wound I wanted to lick open, to bleed her dry until I could taste every part of her. My desire for her was not love; it was hunger, a craving I couldn’t shake, even if I tried." 2. "I took her, not in tenderness, but in savage urgency—her body nothing but an instrument of my will, her pleasure irrelevant except as a tool to feed my own hunger." 3. "She cried out, but I didn't stop. Her pain was just another part of the symphony I was conducting—a symphony of flesh and sweat, of domination and submission, where her resistance was just fuel for my fire." 4. "The taste of her skin was mine to savor, and every bruise I left was a reminder of how far I could push her, of how much I could take. Her submission was the only thing that kept me tethered to reality." 5. "There was no softness, no romance. There was only the need to fill the space between us, to crush her against me until there was nothing left but the collision of bodies, the rhythm of my desire pulsing through her veins." 6. "She was mine to break, mine to make into whatever I wanted. Her body was the canvas, and I painted my name on every inch of it until she was nothing but my possession." 7. "I didn’t care if she begged. I didn’t care if she screamed. All that mattered was that she was mine for the taking, and I would leave her broken in ways she never thought possible." 8. "Her flesh beneath my hands was nothing but an object to manipulate. I wanted to possess her entirely, to make her forget who she was, and make her remember only the way I made her feel." 9. "I wasn’t looking for love. I was looking for something darker, something that made me forget I had a soul, something that could swallow me whole without leaving a trace." 10. "She didn’t matter, not really. It was all about the pleasure I could take from her, how much I could push her, how much I could make her need me until she couldn't breathe without me."