"I am surprised at how fast this is going. I would have calculated that more hours would have gone into it." A pair of eyes leered at Lucie behind the wall. A tongue glided across a pair of smiling lips.
"That is why you are not the brains, but the muscle. You cannot, with your eyes, see with one glance all that she is and all that she will become. You need proof, the devil's fruit." Sinister chuckles spread out into the room. The hands, the same from before, clasped together in a strong hold.
The smile of the lips only grew larger. "You might be right about that, but you cannot tell me that this doesn't excite you as much as it excites me."
"You are right, I cannot." There were more chuckles.
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Twisted Memories (A Short Story)
Short StoryMemories. We all have memories. There are the time of our childhoods. There are the memories of each milestone that we passed in life. We have good memories. We also have those things that we would rather forget. Sometimes we do end up forgetting. W...
