Serious copywriting:
After Scarlett was abandoned by her stepmother, the circus picked her up. Scarlett, who has been taught how to be a lady since the age of three, cannot learn circus tricks.
Everyone looks down on her. As long as she cannot create value, Scarlett is not needed. The adults threatened Scarlett and said they would sell her into prostitution.
Scarlett understands that she can only stay in the circus by seeking asylum.
So she set her target on the young man that everyone feared. Although the masked boy was locked in a cage, everyone was afraid of him.
He is smart, cunning, always able to get fresh food, and can learn anything easily.
Eric knew that the girl who dared to hide behind him was a smart girl. He doesn't care about giving Scarlett a little shelter, as long as she belongs to him forever.
Then Scarlett ran away from him and escaped back to the golden cage.
We met again in the theater. He looked at the proud bird being treated like a star and admired the moon, and smiled.
Then he took control of her, just like he had before, and then he held her hand and committed the crime and perished with her.
They sang and danced to their heart's content on the empty stage.
He whispered seductively: "Die for me, Juliet."
But Scarlett has never been a docile bird. She is a savage and noble rose. The sharp thorns will sting his hands fiercely, and his blood will blend with her redness. The pain will not let him go.
"I will follow you to death, Romeo." Scarlett smiled and passed the sharp knife through the two of them.
He is her possession, and so is she.
Flashy copywriting:
The monster had thought about strangling her countless times.
I want to hear the grinding of her bones and suffocated gasps, and see her hands hanging down weakly and her dim eyes.
That beautiful bird that strayed into the circus, was afraid of his ugly appearance, but clung to him tightly, absorbing his warmth and protection. She was so delicate and fragile.
But the monster didn't do that.
He hid his ugliness in the firelight, protected her trembling body tightly, and put shackles on the bird.
The panicked bird just buried its face in his arms and greedily enjoyed his protection.
So the monster has the only thing that belongs to him, not the indestructible cage of the circus, nor the heavy chains on his hands and feet, nor the contemptuous and fearful looks of the people around him.
Just a bird that belongs to him, to a monster.
The monster takes good care of the birds and gives everything he has to the birds, just so that his birds can survive in the circus.
But in the end, she flew away from the monster's hand and flew towards the velvet cushion and the source of clean water without returning.
When they met again, the monster packaged himself as the "Phantom", put on an expensive suit, put on a mask and sat in box number five.
He missed his bird so much that he immediately noticed the bright red hair in the opposite compartment.
The bird shouldn't come back, because the phantom never lets go.
He chuckled, hugged the bird's trembling waist, smelled the fragrance of roses in her hair, and turned around again and again, the pain inflicted on her was still waiting to be released.
He whispered in the bird's ear: "Die for me, my poor Juliet." '
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There was a fire in Scarlett's heart, which was hidden under the heavy skirt, tight waist, and low eyebrows.
The fire burned her chest, her ribs were hot, her blood was boiling, and her heart was burning. So she always felt angry and had no outlet for her anger.
Until the cruel 'Phantom' like a poisonous snake hugged her, held her hand, raised the lamp and smashed it down, the flames finally burned her up, and they fell naked into the ice cave.
How could the bird not know that it was the 'monster' that planted the fire in her heart.
It's just that she enjoys it.
Intention: Damn it, please let me prostitute the Phantom.