"Who is your creator?" He growls out the question and never looks away from my face.
I keep struggling to get out of his grasp, but I fail. This is it, I think bitterly. This is how I will die.
"Who is your creator?" He growls out the question and never looks away from my face.
I keep struggling to get out of his grasp, but I fail. This is it, I think bitterly. This is how I will die.
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Hush now, lock your doors.
When the lights go out
Hear us roar
All through the night
Our enemies shocked with fright
As they hear the...