The carmine river poured out of his eyes like a waterfall. The room of which he was in reicked of vomit. Robert looked ahead. For some reason, the blood did not cause him pain. The woman with the curly white hair and pale skin stood still. Not moving an inch. She stared into his soul.
"It is true what they say about the eyes. They are the window to your soul, and I can sense you are scared right now, Robert" she said. She began to move closer. Creeping forward like a snail. So slow. The hair on the back of Robert's neck stood up.
"How do you know my name?" He asked. The walls began to move closer in. Trapping them. But his heart pounded in his chest hard, like he was in love. The room was a dark shade of purple, almost black.
"Your eyes tell me. You need to be more enclosed". He did not understand fully what that meant, but he did not ask her to elaborate.
Robert felt a hand grab his neck. It tightened. And tightened. And tightened. He felt the life sucking out of him.
"Please- stop" he begged. The woman was behind him.
"Aww. You sound so nice when you beg" she said sexily.
Then, Robert felt a sharp pain peircing through his chest. He whimpered. The room suffocating him more than the woman. A figure in a cloak stood in front.
"Look at what we have" it said. Robert could not tell if it was a woman's voice or a man's voice, but it most certainly was death.
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Love From The Flying Trapeze
Storie d'amoreImagine falling in love with someone but you have to face deadly consequences to be with them. The circus never normally comes to Stanley, nor has Robert ever been to one. The Hart Bros. Circus is new to the whole town. Nothing dangerous can happen...
