"Sh, sh, shhhh." He whispered lightly; his dirt filled hand lightly brushing her tear filled cheeks. Sarah could feel chills of disgust and fear go up her spine under his touch; his crazed eyes staring into her own with admiration with his creation. "P-please," She pleaded, "just l-let me go." Her whimpers made the man frown, his grimy finger brushing over her lipstick covered lips, leaving bits of dirt and grease behind making the once neat application messy and dirty. "You don't want to go yet;" he scolded slightly, "the Party hasn't even begun." (Full description, Warnings, and disclaimer located in information chapter) Started: 4/23/18 Finished:
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