Acid
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Ongoing21m
Last published Sun, Dec 13, 2015
He pulled out a needle and thread. I whimpered. "Ssshh, don't speak!" He smirked. He stuck the needle through my lower lip. I let out a cry of pain. "Help!!! Somebody please!" I yelled. He cocked his gun. I winced. I could only watch in horror as he sew my mouth shut. Blood trickled down my chin and my lips stung. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I struggled in the duct tape. Then I realized something. Thomas.
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