SALT & BURN  (GxG)

SALT & BURN (GxG)

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Alice Osbourne wasn't afraid of much. She feared real life things; debt, loneliness, failing out of college. But when she meets her horrifyingly intriguing neighbor, Ramona Salt, she learns there is a lot more she should be afraid of. When her life and the lives of the ones she loves most are threatened, she may just have to turn to the one thing that scares her to protect her. ___________________________________________________________ "You're over reacting." She said, and pulled out yet another cigarette. I found it funny to see just how annoyed I could make her that she felt the need to take more time off of her life. "And you're psycho! This is kidnapping!" "You jumped into my car very willingly, I didn't force you to do shit." "You're not keeping me here!" With that, I watched her jaw tense and her eye twitch. She looked over to the rotting wood door, and with a smoldering gaze, the lock was bolted shut. "Watch me."
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