Our Little Secret ..

I hear the door creak open, his slow, detached steps drawing nearer with every passing moment.
I feel it-the sharp, cold sting of fear at the thought of being caught, the icy air wrapping around me, freezing my blood.

I can almost see his grin, that twisted smile carved on his sadistic face, the dark satisfaction in his laugh.

" 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒? 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂? "

𝜗ϱ

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