It was a dark, stormy night... Twelve was stuck at his usual bus stop, waiting for his ride home from work. The feeling of being watched crawled up his spine. Suddenly, the lights went out, casting the man into darkness. The itchy feeling of being watched only grew stronger, as if whatever had it's eyes on him had drawn closer... Twelve could have sworn he heard the soft crunch of fall leaves, as if being stepped on. He looked around blindly, hoping nothing was around, and that it was just unreasonable fear teasing him. His hopes fell, crashing when the the monster emerged from the darkness surrounding Twelve. The beast towered over him, assuming the dark shadow staring down at Twelve was actually the monster and not a tree... The unknown beast stood so close that it's body heat drove away the cold of the night. Twelve's soft breathing picked up, becoming uneven and rapid, fear gripping him like a weighted blanket... And then death had him.. At least, Twelve could only assume death was going to call on him soon as the beast's large calloused hands grabbed at his plush body, carrying him into the night... Fear kept Twelve from resisting the large hands that held him...
𝓣𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭...?
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