The Pain Giver

The Pain Giver

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"You have no idea what it's like," he whispers to me, the warm air making me tingle. "What makes you say that?" I say slightly frowning at him. "Your so beautiful I doubt anyone would be mean to you," I try to cover back a sigh of longing. He grabs me by my waist, and brings me closer to him. Fawn Barrington has forgotten who she is. She woke up in the small town of Carswell, North Carolina. She forgot everything but her name. Then she meets Trystan Forbes. There fates collide and her memory slowly starts coming back. Then she remembers something that could change her life. What will happen next?
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Enver Williams is leading on a normal life but that is all ripped away from her when she is taken from her home town. When Enver comes to realize that there are others like her in more ways than one, she is determined to free herself and her newfound friends from the physiological torment of her closely supervised enclosure. ••• "Do I make you nervous, Enver?" Another idiotic question. "Wouldn't the man who kidnapped you and threatened to kill you make you nervous?" I snap at him. He only smiles an odd, crooked grin. I can make that disappear. "Wouldn't a murder make you nervous?" Now it's my turn to pull the strings. He looks at me with hurt in his eyes. "How many times do I have to say it?" He pauses, I guess hoping for some sort of mercy in my eyes, "I didn't kill her." "Liar!" I shout. "Why won't you believe me?!" "Would you believe yourself?" "It wasn't me who shot her," he sits on a stool, resting his elbows on his knees. "Then how do you know she was shot?" "I saw it. I saw him kill her," his voice was riddled with such pure vulnerability and pain it begged me to believe him. "Who?" I try to sound sympathetic, but it comes out as scared. Maybe, subconsciously, I am scared.

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