the man with black leather stinky gloves, his tall, fit like like a guy off of magic mike, he smells and not in a good way like he smell like a guy getting back from the gym and jump in the trash and took a nap and just didn't take a shower for a few week i didn't know anyone that could smell that way; or wait was i the one that smelt like i took a nap in the trash and smell like i haven't takin a bath i think i am.
why why did he have to take me i whispered to myself then a little whisper from the wall say i don't know he took me to. my eyes widen i sit up. i say who are you where are you, the voice says I'm here on the there side of the wall in a another little room
YOU ARE READING
the man with black hands
Horrorokay i made this awhile back it need to be looked over a couple more time but here it is
