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Am lieChapter 14 Broken Dolls
[Undated Entry] Oxford, Oxfordshire WHEN IT WAS over, he smiled. He smiled because he felt complete. Finished. Sated. Empty, momentarily. Sexually, that was what this was about as well as power. Sex and power always went together. He’d learned that early on when he watched his father beat his mother and then tup her. When his father had been around, that is, which wasn’t often even if the small man had two older brothers. He felt accomplished. He felt like he’d done something no one had...