When a hand placed itself firmly on my wrist for the second time today, I didn't even freak out. I knew exactly who it was. How could I not know who it was. It was obviously the same man who has been following me today.
"Oh, sweetheart, why must you hide from me?" Funnily enough, there was a back door. I mean, since when? He dragged me out of it until we were outside in the fresh air. "I cannot get you out of my mind. Tell me, why?"
"How the hell am I suppose to know?" I bit back, glaring at him. This man, whoever he was, still had his stupid tight grip on me.
"Feisty. I like my women feisty." And with that, he removed his hand from my wrist and began to walk away, leaving me completely baffled. What a typical Saturday.
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The Mystery Man | completed
Short Story"What happened? Are you okay?" "It was weird, it was as if I was dancing with Lucifer himself." ~ In which a girl believes she has met Lucifer, the Devil. --- COVER CREDIT: peakybooo (give her some love, she's honestly an amazing person) Highest ran...
