Trapped thorns

Trapped thorns

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Melena herra just wanted to enjoy a break with her childhood friends before she's off to college. So taking a wild trip at a very random place she picked doesn't sound bad, does it. Exploring the middle of nowhere with monsters in the form of fallen angels looming behind your back doesn't sound bad, does it? Being trapped in with your crush you are trying to move on from doesn't sound bad, does it? Being trapped with no way out with a creepy seducer doesn't sound bad, does it? But some risks aren't worth it. Stepping in uninvited places will invite hostile company. And it will spill blood. Specially in the middle of nowhere with no turbulences to any paranormal entity or serial killer? It's bound to go south? Risk what you are willing to loose.
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I woke up in a room I didn't recognize, my fingers tracing the rough fabric of a bedspread that wasn't mine. The air was thick with something unfamiliar, and every small difference in the space set off alarm bells in my head. My heart raced as I scrambled for the door-locked. Panic clawed at my chest. Then he appeared in the doorway, his smile crooked, his eyes dark with intent. He spoke no words, but his presence alone screamed danger. Every exit was sealed. Every attempt to call for help met with eerie dismissals from voices that seemed in on the nightmare. And as he handed me a letter-a love note scrawled in childish handwriting-I realized this wasn't just a kidnapping. It was something far worse. I don't know who he is. I don't know what he wants. But I do know one thing: I need to escape before it's too late.

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