Chapter 15: Framed

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TRIGGER WARNINGS:
DEATH
DESCRIPTIONS OF GORE
BROKEN BONES 
MENTIONS OF ASSAULT                              
                             

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The Red Means I Love You
- Madds Buckley

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    Run as you might
my love will never, ever
stop!

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He smiled and leaned down to where his mouth was next to my ear, "I promise you dear, this surprise is going to make up for it all." His voice sounded sick, like he had nothing but ill intentions.

I wanted to run right out of there, and god damn, I should've.

For, me coming to this building would change my life forever.

He reached out and grabbed my hand practically dragging me along with him. I lost track of all of the turns we'd taken, this place was a maze.

Finally he stopped, it seemed as if we were on the top floor. I mentally noted that to myself just in case. He looked back at me with a grin creeping it's way onto his face, "Now I need you to stay calm and just believe me, I would never do anything to hurt you baby, I love you so much." He said in a reassuring way.

That didn't stop me from stepping back a few feet. 'I did not trust him, and I finally could tell that I didn't love him anymore.'

"Alex you're scaring me. Why are you talking like this? What did you do?" I said softly, feeling scared to raise my voice even a little. It felt as though he could snap at any second, and that their would be nothing that I could do.

He smiled, and raised his leg, bending his knee up to his gut then extended it and in one swift kick the door flung open.

I gasped and fell back several feet, my arm extended reaching up covering my mouth. Panic began to set in.

What I saw was absolutely revolting, the man who had assaulted me was strung up like clothes hanging on a line out in the summer heat to dry. Large chains were precisely put through his wrists, trickles of dried blood was seen coming from the large open wounds  cascading down to his chest.

I shrieked when Alex suddenly reached down grabbing me harshly by my wrists, dragging me into the room with the man. The man groaned aloud, his voice filled with pain.

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