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I walked right outside the door from where the scream was emitted. He told me to never set foot in there.
I threw back any indecisive ideas and opened the door quickly. My eyes widened as I looked at the horrifying sight. I should've listened to him.
He turned and his eyes met mine. I stood shocked, staring into eyes I once trusted. "Wh-what?" He stood up, finished with his work, and rushed to me. I fell back, afraid of what was standing in front of me. I thought he loved me.
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