El Sonido De La Sangre.
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Last published Fri, Nov 30, 2018
Hoy he venido para hablar del miedo en la garganta, en el corazón helado, de las manos muertas, hoy he venido a traerles ''EL SONIDO DE LA SANGRE''
¡Corre! no mires atrás, alguien te persigue y no se detendrá hasta atraparte... ¿ No te diste cuenta?... Es tu propia muerte.
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I'm not gonna change the cover yet lol Warning, this may contain vivid and graphic descriptions of blood, injuries, gore, torture, kidnapping, CA, child trafficking, racist characters, death, potential mentions of SA/CSA, and generally may be an extremely triggering thing to read, if you do choose to read my dumb stories. This is a heavier read, and if you need to stop or take a break after anything written, go ahead, and take care of your mental health :3 ~ Helios was a talented young man, strong, agile, and always helped around the village. Everything from herding José's sheep, or helping him with the harvest, to helping build new housing, or hunting with his dad. He's always been beloved around the village. It was a poor community, but everyone knew everyone, and they were happy. But one morning, while Helios was about to go explore the savannah with his friend, a truck pulled up to the village, a semi painted all black, and one man stepped out from the passenger side door... and in only a few hours, Helios's life changed from a helpful village boy, to a kidnapped child. This is his story, told by his own tongue.
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