Heartbreak led me to making a deal with the Devil.
Little did I know, he would strip me of nearly everything that I was and turn me into his perfect little club wife.
I hate everything about him, and the person I have become.
I’ve grown tired of being compliant but asking for help comes at a price that I refuse to pay.
I suppose it’s a good thing I didn’t have to ask.
But hope is a fickle thing and I’m quickly running out.
Their plan is in place. One call is all it will take.
Will I fly free from my gilded cage?
Or
Will I stay a butterfly with a wounded wing.
