D.r.e.a.m
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Remember when you were little and would look out your window to stare up into the clear night sky. You would gaze up at the brightest star you can find, close your eyes tight, and wish with all your heart what you most desired. When young children wish, its not always a "good idea" to grant that wish. There are times where we do make exceptions of course but we don't grant them right away. It's always unexpected, but greatly appreciated. Now, I bet you won't believe me when I tell you that, the bright star is not just a big ball of gas, but instead what I believe you can call a satellite. In this "satellite" we have agents who are assigned to different cases to help people's dreams come true. There are many great stories to tell about all the different assignments but my complete favorite was the one of two young boys named Harry and Louis. To find out more you must stay and listen to my tale of young love.
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My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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