Stumbling through, you saw you were in a torture chamber. Stepping through an iron door to look at the dungeon more closely, you must have triggered a pressure plate of some sort, because the door slammed shut behind you. The only light is from some iron bars that form a window. Day turns to night and night turns to day, but when they find you it is too late. You are nothing more than a puddle of skin, flesh, and bones.
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FanfictionWhen the family is happy, and there's no blood pouring down the staircase (YET), two killers hunt down you and your family. But when a emotion builds between the killers and you, it's not anger... Could it be love? (Cover by @FlamingCatzIce, follow...
