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Sex so good I want to keep on doing it, and with this woman only, until my dick falls off. Sex so good that I want to take my Cherry Bomb, stuff her in the back of my car, and ride off with her into the sunset.
Fuck.
What have I done?
I came here to fuck her and get her out of my system, and instead I’ve somehow fucked her into my soul.

“I want to build something with you, Dasha. Let me.” I nod, close my eyes, and fall into him.
Into trust.
Into love.
I let myself be vulnerable.
I pray I don’t come to regret it.

“You’re so fucking down on yourself; do you know that? You’re beautiful and sexy. I want you all the time. You’re my jewel, my bright, precious, fucking jewel, and you don’t get to put yourself down any longer. Do you hear me?”
“I don’t want to hear you say anything about how unattractive you are, or about how gorgeous other women are. You’re gorgeous, Dasha. And you’re my lost girl but I found you again.”

She’s a flash of color in a grey world. White skin, porcelain and unblemished. Red hair, which glows under the harsh color of the streetlamps. It’s her eyes which truly capture my attention, though. They’re so blue they sparkle like pale jewels in her face. Her lips are deep pink, and her cheeks pale pink. She’s nothing but color.

No, she’s just beautiful, the way the pictures in the travel brochures I have hidden under my mattress are.

My heart hurts seeing this.
She’s a precious fucking jewel, not something to be covered in trash.
And then, I know.
I know what I want to do with Dasha.
I don’t want to hurt her.
I don’t want to make her pay.
I don’t want my vengeance.
All I want, all I need, is to save her.

Dasha. World famous ballerina and another street rat like me. A childhood friend from our shitty upbringing in St. Petersburg and now the darling of the world ballet scene.
Beautiful Dasha.
My love.
My hate.
My obsession.
My betrayer.