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My dear Jonah,
You are the devil. There is no question about it in my mind. You have tempted me for years, tortured me with soft glances and sweet words until I gave in. Until you made me sin. But what was I supposed to do when God himself has made the devil so much stronger then a man.
It was not enough for you to take my soul though, so you took my faith as well. I can no longer pray without the image of your face within my mind, for you are holy in the most terrible of ways. I know you are an angel of the Lord. How could you not be? You are oh so beautiful and at the same time terrifying. And those eyes of yours, Jonah, all those eyes. They are always watching me, judging me, reminding me of what I did, or rather what I let you do to me.
I know that after that night I should forbid you from speaking to me again, but I am weak. No matter how much I try I cannot stop wishing for you. For your touch. No matter what I do you remain in the darkest, most private corners of my corrupted mind. I cannot stop thinking of your tender kisses and your hands tangled in my hair. Please Jonah, I beg of you, if there is a sliver of compassion in your heart, return to me. I long to feel your breath, your hands, your lips. I long to feel you, Jonah. You have left your mark inside me and I cannot be rid of it. God knows I have tried. Please Jonah. I will do whatever you ask of me. I will be your plaything, your pet. You need only whisper the words, the way you whispered all those sweet things in my ear. I know it is improper to ask these things of you, but at the very least Jonah, I implore you not be cruel and write back soon.
I fear forever yours,
Albrecht