Save our Dignity

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Parts 15
Time 1h 17m

Reads 619
Votes 205
Parts 15
Time 1h 17m

Save my dignity... 
    Please...
    
    A shockingly brutal and vicious tale, evolving a tragic delusion. Her story of doom, cruel phantoms of her taunting memories she tried to get rid of. Condemned to the devouring jaws of men. Danger continues to prowl around her crumbled world.
    
    ____________________________
    
    The night was dark pitched and the wind that runs wild in it yanked open the wooden windows of the abandoned mortuary. Soon, rain started pouring heavily and the wind got more violent. The light bulb that illuminated the dark, spooky hallway kept flickering.
    
    A figure in a white, blood-stained gown sat limply on a low wooden chair, head hanging low, hands tied to the back. Then, out of nowhere, a big figure in a Black leathered hoodie appeared, walking menacingly towards the figure on the chair. 
    
    "No, please don't. Let me go. Leave. No, no, no, free me, you son of a bitch. Don't you dare touch me." The figure on the chair cried out with her cracking feminine voice, without glancing up.
    
    She knew the figure in the black hoodie was back, this time with more torture and pain.
    
    
    ____________________________
    She ran to the balcony, sat all alone in the dark eternal night, thick and murky, with no glimmer of light and sulked the anguish of a private sorrow.All Rights Reserved

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Save my dignity... 
    Please...
    
    A shockingly brutal and vicious tale, evolving a tragic delusion. Her story of doom, cruel phantoms of her taunting memories she tried to get rid of. Condemned to the devouring jaws of men. Danger continues to prowl around her crumbled world.
    
    ____________________________
    
    The night was dark pitched and the wind that runs wild in it yanked open the wooden windows of the abandoned mortuary. Soon, rain started pouring heavily and the wind got more violent. The light bulb that illuminated the dark, spooky hallway kept flickering.
    
    A figure in a white, blood-stained gown sat limply on a low wooden chair, head hanging low, hands tied to the back. Then, out of nowhere, a big figure in a Black leathered hoodie appeared, walking menacingly towards the figure on the chair. 
    
    "No, please don't. Let me go. Leave. No, no, no, free me, you son of a bitch. Don't you dare touch me." The figure on the chair cried out with her cracking feminine voice, without glancing up.
    
    She knew the figure in the black hoodie was back, this time with more torture and pain.
    
    
    ____________________________
    She ran to the balcony, sat all alone in the dark eternal night, thick and murky, with no glimmer of light and sulked the anguish of a private sorrow.

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