Monstrous Mercy
- Lecturas 12
- Votos 4
- Partes 1
I was running in the darkness blood were scattered and it looks grisliers as you roam around. I was shivering with fright, hugging my bare arms around my tiny body, my knees are shaking and about to collapes. I was about to shout but my voice won't reconcile.
A man with red eyes was pointing a gun direct to my face, blood wrapped around his hands, he was about to shoot me but a man with a long fang wreck his neck using his sharp nails. I can't move my feet I was stant, horror written all over my face. I can't believe how cruel he was.
One thing I just know, he's a Demon. A demon that makes my life jeopardy.
I woke up with sweat all over my face, I was catching my breath and tears slowly falling fom my eyes. It looks sureal. Although I get over it, but my past still hunts me, I don't want to go back to my painful past that gives me bitter memories to remember.
What does this mean? Will the past repeat its history? or My history will change everything that might happen ahead?
-SOFIA CARTER
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