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Under His Spell

Under His Spell

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I stand by her bed. Watching her as sweat trickle a down her forehead and disappears in her hair, as she clutches the sheets to save herself from the monster she so desperately wants to get rid of. I watch her as she clings on to every string of hope that anytime, anytime her mother will come and save her from him. From me. _ Hello ladies and gentlemen! I am new to this and I will try my best to make this interesting and a story that is worth your time. And also please forgive me if I make some grammatical mistakes because English is not my first language and I am still learning. so if there is any mistake please correct me politely. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS MEANS ALOT TO ME!🤗🤗🤗
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FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.

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