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Miss Della's Demented Secret
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Ongoing, First published Oct 06, 2017
My name is Carolina May Hill. I have a pretty normal life, except for, of course, my family. My son went missing a week ago. His name is Jacob- Jacob Hill. I call him Jake. Oh, my little Jake. Heard of him? I bet- he is the nicest, sweetest child to ever live. Oh? You heard about him going missing? You're sorry? Thanks, but, I know where he is. Yeah, he is with Miss Della, the real sweet lady down the street. Yeah, she is actually a psychopath that rapes small children and then kills em'. How do I know? I am one of those children, one of the lucky ones- I escaped. So why aren't I getting Jake? Oh, while it pains me to say this, he hasn't a chance.
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