The Blood

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Blood was dripping from my hands. My hot tears burned on my cheeks.

'What do you want from me?' I sniffle, 'what did I ever do to you?' Now my sniffle turning into a sob.

'Just be a good girl and shut up' he says with his calmest voice.

'Yeah but-' I whine,

'SHUT UP' he barks, his figure turning into something in humanly.

Taking a deep breath, he corrects his posture and runs a hand through his up right blond hair.

'Look, love, soon we are going to arrive at the house of the guy I was talking about' he explains, back to his calm personality.

'And soon, you won't be my problem' he grumbles to himself.

The dark corner of the truck is isolating, but to what I have heard now, it won't be long before I become a hostage to someone else...

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