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Story by: @ SwiftieLulu

The shards of glass lay scattered like fragments of the world I once knew. Ivy’s garden, a verdant labyrinth of treachery, had become my battlefield. “Return her to me,” I demanded, my voice raw with a pain I had never allowed myself to feel before.

Poison Ivy, a siren cloaked in nature’s allure, smirked amidst the chaos I had wrought. “Your beloved is gone,” she taunted, her voice the hiss of leaves in the wind. The words struck like venom, and something primal within me surged.

Fueled by a tempest of grief and fury, I charged, only to be ensnared by the very vines that held Diana captive. Ivy’s power was overwhelming, her command of the earth absolute. She drew close, a predator masquerading as a nurturer.

My heart pounded against the vice of Ivy’s embrace; desperation clawed at my throat. “Diana,” I gasped, the name a plea, a prayer, a clarion call.

With a sinister smile, Ivy’s lips met mine, a kiss not of passion but of dominion. And as darkness crept into the edges of my vision, I knew I had fallen into a trap not just for the body, but for the soul. Engulfed by a creeping numbness, I thought of Diana, of vows and battles, of love that had soared and now, of a fate shared in the endless, ensnaring embrace of Poison Ivy.

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Description
Story by: @ SwiftieLulu

The shards of glass lay scattered like fragments of the world I once knew. Ivy’s garden, a verdant labyrinth of treachery, had become my battlefield. “Return her to me,” I demanded, my voice raw with a pain I had never allowed myself to feel before.

Poison Ivy, a siren cloaked in nature’s allure, smirked amidst the chaos I had wrought. “Your beloved is gone,” she taunted, her voice the hiss of leaves in the wind. The words struck like venom, and something primal within me surged.

Fueled by a tempest of grief and fury, I charged, only to be ensnared by the very vines that held Diana captive. Ivy’s power was overwhelming, her command of the earth absolute. She drew close, a predator masquerading as a nurturer.

My heart pounded against the vice of Ivy’s embrace; desperation clawed at my throat. “Diana,” I gasped, the name a plea, a prayer, a clarion call.

With a sinister smile, Ivy’s lips met mine, a kiss not of passion but of dominion. And as darkness crept into the edges of my vision, I knew I had fallen into a trap not just for the body, but for the soul. Engulfed by a creeping numbness, I thought of Diana, of vows and battles, of love that had soared and now, of a fate shared in the endless, ensnaring embrace of Poison Ivy.

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