His Eyes
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Dernière publication dim., avr. 26, 2015
Prologue
"Please don't hurt me," I whimpered taking a careful step back with my killer in pursuit.
"Oh, I won't hurt you," my attacker chuckled darkly as he pulled his black hoodie down to reveal the familiar swirl of chocolate colored hair that I used to run my fingers through as he laid his head in my lap. It was then that I knew I was very wrong about him and because of that I might lose my life.
"Just let me go, you don't want to do this" I pleaded with him.
"Oh, but I do," and with that being said he jumped forward and everything went dark.
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