Jail
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  • Parts 21
  • Time 1h 40m
Complete, First published Jul 08, 2020
That's where I met him
And by only one look, I knew my life wouldn't be the same again he kept staring at me, not even blinking once and then he gave me a very disturbing and twisted smile one that I would see for the rest of my life,but that's it, there's nothing I could do, I just can't escape him I can never escape him.

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