Possessive Uncle
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I looked up at the tall attractive man who I spilled fruit punch on, my hands began to shake in fear as he looked back at me. He looked agressive and intimidating which scared me, it didn't help that he looked at me with such disgust.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" I whispered bringing my hands to my lips in shock. Before I could stop myself I was patting his white stained shirt rapidly with napkins.
"I d-didn't mean to, honest. I'm -" my words were stopped by a massive hand gripping my wrist.
"you aren't giving such a good impression to uncle now are dear?" He leaned in as he spoke to me.
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