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Ivy

My heart pounds in my chest as I lie here, feeling the snow beginning to melt beneath my back. His breath forming clouds of frost in the air. The moon reflecting off the snow makes his face almost glow above me.

I can see the conflict raging within him, the battle between his desire to possess and protect me, and the urge to unleash the darkness that threatens to consume him. Kris's hands tight around my neck, his cock moving inside of me. I can see the pain in his eyes as he watches the life drain from me.

"I'm sorry, Cherry. I'm so fucking sorry."

I try to speak, to tell him that I'm not afraid, but my voice fails me. As his thumbs press into my throat, cutting off my air supply, I feel a strange sense of peace wash over me. My struggles cease, and I gaze up at him, seeing the torment in his eyes .

"I'm sorry, I can't let you go, but I can't let him keep you either."

My vision starts to darken at the edges as my lungs burn for oxygen. He's killing me, but I know he's doing this to protect me, sparing me from the monster.

"Forgive me," he mouths, and I see the tears glistening in his eyes.

As my consciousness starts to slip away, I feel a strange sense of acceptance. This is no fairy tale with a happy ending; our story was always destined to end in tragedy.