She was older now
Still young
Fucking
Young
But
Older
Two years older
And he noticed
Her name was Lottie
His Lottie
She knew
He didn't have to tell her
But he did
He had carved it into her skin
With a switch blade
Across her left breast
She was fourteen then
Now she's fifthteen
And she's still got that gun in her hoodie pocket
They traveled everywhere
She had tried to escape once
That's why he marked her
With his favorite knife
He licked the blood off the wound
As she shuddered in fear
And lust
But she was still too young
Ross might kill people
But he had morals
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Ross and His Lottie
Short StoryA violent man and a troubled girl A man stood in front of her His eyes held hers He did not trust himself to look at the rest of her Because if her face was this This Fucking Gorgeous Than how would he be able to contain himself At the rest of her B...
