Direct Message
10:43 pm
Me: Don't try to forward this message. Don't let anyone know this. Don't abide my rules. Don't fuck with me, Deandra or else, you got something you didn't want to happen.
Deandra: Are you threatening me?
Me: If that's what it looks like on you...
Me: And then yes.
Deandra: Why are you doing this, huh?
Deandra: After all, Edmar's what had done, why won't you stop?
10:46 pm
Me: Because I'm not Ed,
Me: And this is how I'm gonna show to everyone how they treat Sonny.
Deandra: You can't twists our truths.
Me: But your lies aren't gonna be your truth.
Me: Remember that.
Deandra: You are nonsense.
Me: If that's what you think.
Me: Cause it is not.
10:51 pm
Deandra: What did you do?
Deandra: Why I couldn't control my phone?!
Deandra: Did you hacked me?!
Me: If it's the only way of getting your attention.
Me: I did.
10:53 pm
Deandra: Fuck you.
Me: You don't wanna say that again.
Deandra: I would say it everytime on you!
10:56 pm
Me: Tss.
Me: Too bad, maybe in the end, you hoped you didn't.
Deandra: Well, fuck you again.
11:00 pm
Me: So, let's get started.
Deandra: What the hell?
(Me sent a video of a girl tied in a chair, blindfolded, gagged and she's crying and struggling, her shirt almost covered in blood)
11:03 pm
Me: Do you know this person?
Deandra: What did you do?!!!
Deandra: What are you doing?!
Me: Who is she, Deandra?
Deandra: Get her out of this!
Me: Answer me or she'll soaked in her own blood.
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Cryptowriter
Mystery / ThrillerHe's dead and no one knows why, and somehow, a compile of notes will come to tear them apart.
