Far away
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"Have you ever been afraid of the monsters under your bed when you were a child? Have you ever been afraid of the monster in the closet? Have you ever been afraid of the dark? What if I was to say that you were afraid not because you were a silly child who was just "afraid of the dark" but in a sense, children are the only ones who manage to see these things. And in fact, the ones who grow older and continue to see them are called crazy. But they are not. " "Why did they leave us here? Why were we abandoned? What did we do wrong? And quite frankly, I am not exactly sure. We are the distant spawns of someone who must have done something wrong, or have been defective. We are the rotten apples in the pile of fresh picked apples. No one wants to eat us, and no one wants us to turn the other "apples" rotten, either. So this is where we are."
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As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

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