My Guardian Angel
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"W-wait, please don't kill me," I stutter, heart pounding through my chest.
"Why shouldn't I?" I can hear mirth dancing in his voice.
"I can't leave my siblings alone in this world. They need me. I'm all they have left. Please."
Silence follows. The rhythmic ticking of a clock somewhere drives me to my wit's end.
My blindfold is suddenly ripped from my face and bright lights blind me before my vision focuses.
. . . . . . .
Standing above me is a man of towering stature, bulging muscles rippling beneath a satin textured, raven colored dress shirt. His pale, slender fingers are adorned with what looks to be silver and black rings. My entire body tenses. His aura is terrifying, murderous even.
His face is set in stone, unwavering. I flinch and shrink away the moment we make eye contact. I can feel his eyes burning into me. I can't-won't look into them any longer. I'm afraid of what I may see.
From my peripheral view, I see him cock his head slightly to the side, as if curious.
"Are you afraid of me?"
I swallow the bile clawing at my throat and lick my chapped lips before croaking out a response.
"I am."
"Good."
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Isis is a troubled young woman, although she has no time to be with twin siblings to provide for, a demanding minimum wage job, and rigorous classes at her local university. Until, her life is jostled out of place and an unspeakable entity is introduced. Until Alexus...
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