T.F.C (Re-write)

T.F.C (Re-write)

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"Have you like heard?" a nearby girl said to her friends. I glanced at the girl before continuing to drink my cappuccino and eat my cherry cheesecake. "What is it Ashley?" one of the girl's friends asked with pure confusion written on her face. The girl now dubbed Ashley spoke with a kinda eerie voice. "There's this like new group of people who are like suppose to be like helping with drug deals and like murders. I heard like they are ruthless and like merciless to people who like get in their way" she said with fear evident in her voice. A light smirk found its resting spot on my lips as I continued to dine. Gasps were heard from Ashley's friends. "Really? What are they called?" another friend of the dubbed Ashley asked. This time I looked at the group of females, my smirk only widen and more visible. Ashley looked at her friends warily, as if she had seen a ghost, but she still said the name of the group. "The Forbidden Children" . . . That's not the only thing on people's mind. There's a new Sword of Damocles. It's the Purple King. The eighth king. Wait maybe I should say Queen instead. After all the king is really a queen. I should know. Since I am that Queen.
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Please don't! No, don't do it please! No, please, I am begging! Not again please. They didn't listen. They didn't. They kept on doing it over, over and over again. They were like a blood-curdling spoilt alarm clock signal repeating itself endlessly. There was actually no end. My tired baggy eyes slowly fluttered open. Everywhere was moving in a gradual wobbly pace. I felt dizzy. My head was banging and banging relentlessly like a popcorn machine. Nauseating flashes of familiar faces covered up in grisly blood popped up in my terrified mind. I immediately gagged as a result. My stomach churned as the flashes slowly became more vivid. "Oh, you're awake? That good for you" A deep, yet falsely gentle, voice pierced through my turmoil. "Care for another round?' he said giving me a sinister smirk. "No please. I can't take it anymore! Just kill me please!" I said while wet flow of tears ran through my cheeks. Warning : This book may contain suicidal thoughts, torture scenes, trauma, gore, bloody scenes and lots of deaths.

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