Pristine Pamela

“Pristine Pamela.” He loved calling her that.

The bruises and cigarette burns he gave her would have one think otherwise.

The emerald-cut diamond ring he gave her mocked her everyday.

The wooden chest filled with trinkets could somehow make up the pummeling of her precious face,

Or so he told her.

 

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