memilae
Sitting in this dark cold cellar was certainly not how I saw today going. I was hoping to be somewhere far away, anywhere but here with him.
"I don't think you understand how many times I've told you that, if you run, I will find you," he chuckled, a very deep and creepy one at that.
The dark circles under his eyes show how little sleep he was receiving, makes me wonder if I was the cause of it.
I smirked at him. "And I don't think you understand that I will run at any given chance," I replied back to him.
His hands clenched as he made his way over to me, the anger radiating off him was stronger than he actually was.
He gripped the side of the chairs and stared me straight in the eyes, his lip in the corner lifted a little.
"We'll see about that little mate,"
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by memilae