Love cannot be forced without corrupting the soul.
The very next morning, a knock came at Elena's door. It was Marco. He looked pale, and his eyes were strangely vacant, but he was home. He apologized profusely and promised never to leave her again. Elena felt a surge of triumph and relief.
Within days, his devotion turned into a terrifying, obsessive possession.
Elena began to feel his physical sensations—when he accidentally cut his hand, a wound opened on hers.
Love cannot be forced without corrupting the soul.
The very next morning, a knock came at Elena's door. It was Marco. He looked pale, and his eyes were strangely vacant, but he was home. He apologized profusely and promised never to leave her again. Elena felt a surge of triumph and relief.
Within days, his devotion turned into a terrifying, obsessive possession.
Elena began to feel his physical sensations—when he accidentally cut his hand, a wound opened on hers.
