"You must know what you're getting yourself into" she said with a glimpse of achievement in her voice
in which everything go down the hill the moment he stepped out of that cursed cage-like place.
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It was dark. A dark alley that lead to a haunted-like house in the middle of absolutely nowhere.
“why are you here again?” her heels clicked as she walked closer to the gray haired man. “i need- money” he said, his voice betraying him mid-sentence
“we both know that's not gonna happen” she crossed her arms as she leaned back on the red leather couch
“please my child- he is not doing well” he begged in hopes of winning her empathy
“what was his name again? Felix?" She moved forward to look straight in the man's eyes
“he is very sick i'm begging you” small droplets of tears ran down his wrinkled face “i swear i'll give it back as fast as i could this time.. i just need to make sure my son is okay please” he whispered the last few words before a sarcastic chuckle left the woman's mouth followed by a sentence that made his blood run cold.
“this time is different though... I'll give you the money” she smiled her psychopathic smile then proceeded to continue “but if you're one second late from paying it back..” she dragged a knife along his face “you're dead and your son will pay” she blew in his face, her mint mixed with alcohol breath hitting his nostrils making his stomach turn "You only have six months or else your precious son will have to see hell till the last day of his life” she said while walking away from the room she was in motioning for one of her toys to lead the old man out “you must know what you're getting yourself into” she spoke with a glimpse of achievement in her voice for the last time before disappearing.
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7 years later..
In a place full of white lilies, he sat in between touching the white petals with gentleness as if it is a fragile object that would break easily if you blew at it.
His black hair swaying softly with each blow of wind that hits his face, it was early autumn which means his favourite flowers soon will have to disappear for at least eight or so months till they grow out again. He was saying goodbye to them, to his favourite flowers.
“I'M HOME” a loud manly voice echoed through the house behind him that made him immediately run to greet his father “dad? Finally i was waiting for you”
“sorry, had to grab a few things on my way home” he said while struggling to keep the paper bags in place which made his son rush to his side to help him “be careful with that, it's cake” he warned
