Mark's p.o.v.
he is crazy. i dont know where he came from or why he exists all i know is that he kidnapped me. I wanna go home. and today i let him know that.
*earlier that day*
i hear the lock on the door click and the knob turn then walks in dark and his friend from last night. "hey" Dark said to me. "h-" i started to say. "dont talk" dark interupted. "but i want to go home" i say with as much courage as i could muster. Dark looked at me really strangley. one second he was by the door the next he was right in front of me. he slapped me in the face then he and his friend hurried out of the room.
*now*
my face still hurts. i bring my hand to my cheek and touch my face."ow" i whisper quietly. I cant stop thinking about that d*mn fridge. it haunted my dreams last night. i know a normal person just assumes "oh he was hunting" but no. they were just barely dead. it looks like they died in the fridge. there is blood everywhere and some of the animals still have knives or daggers in them. one even has a godd*amn machete stuck in its side. poor creature.
*bang bang bang*
"police open up"
"fuck"
i put my ear up to the door. wrong decision. dark tries to slam open the door. it runs into me. he shoves harder. i fall on my butt. "up". he says in a low demanding voice. i pause. then do as he demanded remembering earlier once again.
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A/N
heyyyyyy guys. i know this was up earlier cuz it wasnt finished and i didnt realize that. but i just noticed yesterday that this is my most popular book. i love that. because this is my favorite to write. anyway i love all of you. byeeeeee -sapphyre- -_-
