"You're my game"

"You're my game"

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⚠️ SMUT WARNING ⚠️ "I don't like this game anymore Miles." I said and I felt his warm breath on my neck. I quickly turned only to see nothing in the dusty old basement I was in. "Boo." I felt his hands firm on my hips. My eyes widened and I turned around to shove the little prick. "Nuh uh Rosie darling." He whispered and his chest was against my back. "The games have just begun." He pushed me down over a table and I gasped as for what happened next. Based off the film The Turning which in no way, shape or form do I own. I just really love the movie and Finn Wolfhard who is seventeen as I write this. I also am under the age of eighteen. Please do not trash me for this, it's complete fictional nonsense. You don't have to read it, simple.
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