The Loving Killer
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Last published Fri, Jan 8, 2021
I tilted my head back only to find...... a body. A dead body. The body looked like it belonged to a female, who looked similar to me.....I examined her face, only to find she looked alot like me.
Her body chopped into pieces, like hanging blocks, hanging separately from a thick string. Each limb had been burnt, and shapes had been cut out from her skin. She was a puzzle without its pieces.... Was this going to be my fate?
Everything seemed perfect between Aiden and Regan. As the saying goes.." Nothing is ever perfect." Similarly her relationship took a turn.
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