Demon's house

Demon's house

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"Let me flow through your veins. I'll build a wall, put shackles on you." My name is Emma Kate Watson. Working for a journalist, I investigate the strangest and most paranormal places. It's interesting to me, but who knew my attraction to the weird would lead me right into the hands of a demon. - I'm not yours! - I shouted at him, trying to get away from him. - Baby, you're mine. Because I said so," he growled. His eyes took on a darker hue. - No. You have no right - Let's check it out, shall we? - The guy grinned, walking toward me-- You can't run away from me, Emmy. You can't," he whispered to himself. She beckoned to him. He wanted to protect her from everyone, but most of all from himself. He had to protect her from himself. (May 8, 2018)
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