Watching from a good distance, Michael blended in with the trees and bushes that surrounded him. Both his scarred and good eye watched his girl as she conversed with another male. Anger brew in the pit of his stomach, it rose in his throat and caused a deep growl to suddenly erupt and cut through the air like scissors through a sheet of paper. You innocently laughed and smiled to whatever the guy said , what went unnoticed by you was the guy had put his hand on the small of your back. The Shape was absolutely outraged, clutching his deadly weapon in his huge calloused hands, planning to brutally murder the piece of shit scum that had the balls to touch you and make you laugh. Speaking of you, he figured he needed to punish you, to teach you a lesson to fool around with another man. You needed to learn your place and be reminded of who you belong to.
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𝔦𝔫𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫 | michael myers
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