The Demon Inside Me
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  • Parts 11
  • Time 52m
  • Reads 358
  • Votes 23
  • Parts 11
  • Time 52m
Ongoing, First published May 12, 2017
Sierra Watson, all she ever wanted was a normal life. She has lost her father in a tragic death, and left her mother for college. Which meant she was alone, in a country of horror. She is tortured by this Demon who takes over her and  makes her weak, and it leaves her broken.

13/7/17: 100 reads!

I write like this: Ex. "Okay, bring her home".          
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