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[In the process of being edited and re-written.] "His strident voice cuts through the silence and a chill laces through my cells. In his naturally taunt voice, my name sounds like a death sentence. His pale brown eyes appear as black holes in the shadows and he stands tall, his shoulders squared, hands tucked into the...

Maneater

God only knows what she's made of, you'll be taken in by her crimson love, you'll be screaming for more, but you won't know why, she's a maneater, gonna' make you cry. ©theorangecounty