Meet me at the Fountain

Meet me at the Fountain

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My heart is racing. I feel naked under his steady gaze. "This is not right" I whisper, just loud enough so he can hear me. His gaze more intense now, his eyes never leaving mine. "We shouldn't..." I say again, as I try to shake off this scandalous feeling. I can't believe it. This silence is enveloping me, thrilling me. How can it be so tantalizing just looking into his eyes? Suddenly, he turns breaking eye contact. Why do I desperately want him to look at me again? He slowly lifts his head up and growns lightly. My heart skips a beat. I can see his shoulder dropping in defeat. "Tomorrow night, at the fountain. I will wait for you" He says. In the cruel, crooked world of Cloudspread something extraordinary is about to happen. A bloodcurdling sin. Expect the unexpected.
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Life was going okay...until I found out I had a stalker. That's when everything changed. ~~~~~ That’s when I heard the fence give way. I bolted for my left and sprinted as fast as I could. The rain burned my eyes and I had no idea where I was going. I was running blindly in a dark alleyway to God knew where. And, somehow, I knew I wouldn’t make it through without being caught. All of a sudden, I felt myself hurtling through the air. I let out a scream when my head made sickeningly painful contact with the slimy ground beneath me. That’s when he caught up with me. That’s when he dragged me to my feet, only eyes visible beneath his black mask. That’s when he whispered, ‘Keep still, and you won’t get hurt.’ Stupidly and feebly, I thrashed in his grip. And that’s when I caught a glimpse of the wet blade that glistened with rain drops, before he pressed it against my throat. Cliche, with a twist. Enjoy :) (It's better than it sounds, I promise!) #166 Mystery/Thriller #230 Romance

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