"Hello, I'm Lucy."
"Hello, Lucy. What brings you to this group today?"
"I, um, have been in the habit of killing people."
A pen dropped as the therapy circle frozen. One woman gasped, another's tea fell to the floor. The others remained silent and tensed, everyone waiting for someone to make the first move.
The therapist gave a shaky smile to the rest of the group members. "Okay, well, nice to meet you."
The man wearily watched as the young teenager sat back down in her seat, situating herself into a comfortable position. "Oh don't worry. I haven't killed many, and well, that's the problem."
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Lucy
Mystère / ThrillerLucy keeps it bitter and blunt; 17 and barely breathing. She's mastered breaking hearts, sporadic sex, and killing people. One may say she resembles the devil. Reece keeps it sweet and innocent; 17 and barely breathing. He's mastered being clueles...
