Black and White Dreams
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Last published Fri, Jun 24, 2022
The first of her senses to come back to her was smell, she could smell the dark blood that was being drained from Flo's body. The second to kick in was sight, the room was dark but the moon shone through and she could see that she was locked in a cell that were wrapped tight in the disgusting vines that had kept her locked inside the place for far too long. Then as the noises started to come through she could hear it, and she could feel the sound of Flo's ear piercing screams rattling through her body.
Her mind was screaming, "Get out, find Flo, help them," but then she walked in with a smirk placed upon her face.
"Oh how cute, you think you're in love. You think you could learn to love? You think they could love you? Someone who was born unlovable and who would know better than me."
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