the tale of the missing girl.

the tale of the missing girl.

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" wh-who are you...? What-what are you...? " im the nightmare you always feared, im the shadow that follows you every where, im the darkness you'll only see, im the damage you wont know how to heal.." " just please leave me alone!.." "Haha...hehe..HAHAHA...HAHAHAHAH!!! You think your little tears could help you?, i told you, IM A NIGHTMARE.." "PLEASE, PLEASE!,...." "Sam! Samantha wake up!" "Omar?...where are you....?.." "Im right here!, c'mon, ill get you to a hospital" *he got me into his car and i told I kept having dreams of an unknown..."thing"..*
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She doesn't remember the sun. Her world has always been four walls and a locked door. No windows. No choices. No voice. The only time she was allowed to leave was when her pain meant saving her sister-or when she'd been "good enough" to earn it. They took her words early on. Beat them out of her until silence became survival. Then one night, everything changed A break-in. A gunshot. A breath of air colder than she'd ever felt. And suddenly, she was alone-left by a riverbank like forgotten trash. That's where he found her. Cruel. Cold. Powerful. A man with blood on his hands and no space for weakness. The kind of man other men fear: a mafia boss with no room for broken things. But he took her in. He doesn't know her story. Doesn't ask why she flinches when he raises his voice or why she can't speak. But for reasons he can't explain, he tries to fix what the world destroyed. She's silent. He's ruthless. And somehow, they both understand each other. Because sometimes the most shattered souls speak the loudest without saying a word.

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