// I feel so horrible for my previous chapter. My apologies, everyone who roleplayed. That was... depressing. But I'm posting this. All the angst, without the death.
The same story as last time, except he escaped. Still five years, though. Nothing could break him down, he refused to kill you. So he's really weak, thinner than usual, fragile, scared, and injured.
"Y/n...?" He spoke, his voice cracking.
YOU ARE READING
☢♤ 𝐒ᕼιģⒶ𝓡𝔸𝓴𝒾'ş 𝐈ภ𝕤ţ𝐚𝐠𝕣ᗩm 💗♤
Random"𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜... 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖔 𝖜𝖍𝖞 𝖓𝖔𝖙?" // I don't own any of the pictures, obviously