My obsessive lover

My obsessive lover

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The sound of footsteps can be heard across the empty hallroom and another pair of footsteps could also be heard A small figure went inside the first room she could find and locked the door with tears running down her face She looked around hid behind the curtains Knock! Knock! "Darling! Stop playing hide and seek come out because trust me you won't like it when i come in " She looked for another exit thankfully there was another exit present But before she could reach it a rough hand grabbed her mouth and one hand snaked around her waist "You thought you could run away my honey" I DONT OWN ANYTHING BUT THE STORYLINE.
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