The first time he stamped me, he used a cigarette butt.
The scar on the back of my hand still remains, round and about the size of a soybean. I touch it several times a day, like a wedding ring.
He said that my life belonged to him, that only he could touch me from now on, and that things that were too obedient would be easily broken.
I didn't understand it at the time.
Later I understood.
Everything he said was true.
Including that last sentence.
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A man who regards injury as possession meets a boy who regards pain as love.
This is not a two-way redemption.
This is destruction in both directions.
Concept: Two people who were crushed by the world mistook the pain of each other's destruction for the candy of salvation, and finally completed the most thorough strangulation of each other in the name of love.