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Every instinct in me tells me to back away

Not on another man

And he’s no longer a boy

Desperately

Sinning for Santa Every instinct in me tellsI went to church to confess my sins, but found my life in the devil's hands. His ultimatumconfess my depravities, or dig my own grave. Devon Marx has decided to keep me as his Christmas treat, stealing me from my life and taking me to the town he calls hell. Every time I try to run, he catches me, his strength far outmatching mine as he forces me to submit. Unyielding in his pursuit to strip me bare, both of my secrets and my clothes, my inexperience

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