Evil's Interest
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He stroked my cheek with his fingers, sliding each one down to the nape of my neck. His black eyes traced the shape of my face soaking in every detail, his fingers tugging at the collar of my shirt. Then finally he gripped my neck with his hand, suffocating me with fear— a strange emotion.
I looked at him in fear, "W-Who are you?" I choked out. His hand loosened, and he leaned close, placing kisses on the bruises he left on my neck, and in his husky deep voice he whispered:
"Why, my love, I am your beginning and your end, I am chaos and hate,
I am your devil, and I've taken quite an interest in you."
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Evil's Interest
Teen FictionEvil's Interest •••••••• He stroked my cheek with his fingers, sliding each one down to the nape of my neck. His black eyes traced the shape of my face soaking in every detail, his fingers tugging at the co...
