I fell in love with a cold blooded killer
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MatureOngoing5m
Last published Sun, Mar 23, 2025
When u first saw Owen in your room and he tried to end your life u looked in his eyes and u saw something that made your body Tingle you have been admiring him every day looking up stories about him but then a few weeks later the people that are the most closest to u have been going missing and then one night when reading about him you hear something...or someone
"Hello there, doll nice to see u again"
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