chapter 7

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When you where up.... A tall green haired man is carrying you bridal style....  His throat is cut, and stitched up messily....
"Ah!!!" You scream, shoving him away, scared
He looks down at you, frowning. He then lays you on a old, messy, couch.
It's covered in.... Blood stains!? Ewww!!!!
"W-will you st-stop ewww-ing in y-your h-head?" The man asks, he has a Irish accent, and he's... Stuttering?? It sounds more like he's glitching though...
"Who are you!?" You ask, scared of him
"...... That doesn't matter." He says frowning
".... Ok, um... Well... Where are we?"
"That doesn't m-matter." He says, crossing his arms
"Why is your throat like that?"
"None of y-your b-business." He says
You sigh, and ask him "when can I go home?"
"....." He doesn't answer...
"Hey! Answer me!" You yell angrily
He suddenly shushes you.....
"What? What's wrong??" You whisper nervously
"He's here...." He says nervously.....

(Lol. I totally knew what to write for this chapter..... Hehehehehe... Yeah. Ok, sorry it's so short.... Bye!!)

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