The Hunter. The Hunted.

The Hunter. The Hunted.

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I sat at the bottom of the at the rounded table. His eyes were on me, like a moth to a flame. I stood up and ran out of the room and down a dark corridor. I got to a door and fumbled with the handle. Next I knew I pushed up against it harshly. "Your're not running this time, Princess"
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((I Changed the story to Mature because of the language :)) "I have a special ability." "Oh?" He stared at me with sarcasm. "Yes." I took a menacing step towards him. "Oh yeah? What is?" I started to make a detector sound. " I can detect an asshole, a mile away.....Ping, ping, Ping." I trip on my footing and got closer to his face. He smirks, seeing how closed our face were together. He chuckled amusedly. "Be careful doll face. Your inches away from an asshole."

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