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「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」
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My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there.
❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞
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𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮:
I bake bread. I keep my head down. I don't speak.
Silence is safer than begging. I learned that with blood in my mouth and my stepbrother's words crawling under my skin. He trades me like a cigarette, lit, used and passed on.
People forget me. They walk past and look through. But not him.
Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw me.
It started with roses-anonymous. Then came the late-night shadows outside the bakery. Now, I feel him before I even hear his voice.
I try to run. But he likes it when I run.
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𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁:
He smells like flour and fear. And I want both.
I call him Little Ghost because he floats through this rotten city like he's not part of it.
Mute. Soft. Fragile like glass. I'm gonna crack him open.
First time I saw him, I wanted to fuck the sound out of him. Second time, I wanted to ruin his mouth.
Now? I just want to keep him shaking and mine.
I'm not in love. I'm obsessed. He bakes bread and I break bones. We were never meant to touch. So I'll drag him into my world until he breaks in mine.
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