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Sharp Touch

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After a prolonged silence he finally spoke up with a voice barely above a whisper.
"It was you wasnt it"

With eyes hooded by damp hair soaked with blood and a malicious smirk I responded.
"About time someone realized"

Scurrying back and eyes as wide as saucers he carried on, "You are pure evil!"

"Babe...I'm so evil the devil worships me..."
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Only when he's safe is it over.


#138 in romance [11/04/2015]
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