There was something wrong. This man was gripping my hand too tightly.
He was dressed in the most expensive suit I've ever seen compared to the ones Monsieur Dubin made for a living. He had two misshaped teeth resembling the drawn rabbits from the storybooks the young children read. His blonde hair seemed oily while his gloves felt sweaty on my wrist. The green eyes that stared back at me, didn't feel welcoming.
"I believe I have to go now, Monsieur." I tried to excuse myself immediately. Something felt wrong, this man...I don't think I should trust him.
I need to get away.
"Oh but little mademoiselle." My eyes widened.
'He...He realized I'm a girl?!' I tried to pull my wrist away, but the man's glove wouldn't budge despite all of the sweat on it. 'He won't let go!'
"I think you're looking quite pale. It would not be right to leave you alone."
"Monsieur." I gulped.
The man won't release his grip.
My mind started racing.
There was a familiar emotion.
I knew it all too well.
I couldn't say it outloud.
But I knew the truth.
Because...
'I'm scared.'
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Clock Work (Book 1)
FanfictionIt was not a mere accident. I was supposed to head home like all of the other good children, but I saw bad men picking on a dog while leaving with my earnings. I tried to save the dog, but I ended up getting hurt in the process. When I woke up, I fo...
