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The Slender

The Slender

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Dec 16, 2015
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He sighed as he looked out the car windows. The car gave as small jerk as it slowly came to a stop at the red light. He felt drawn as he looked into the woods and saw a flash a black. Unable to comprehend it seeing as how the car pulled off fast once more and left the sight behind. Damien stopped frozen as the fear built up in his chest. He was real and he was after him. He shook his head thinking quietly to himself, I must be crazy. It's an old urban legend. A myth that's not true. When his father finally pulled into the driveway of his house, he hopped out the car quickly trying to hurry into the house and dropped his bag. He sighed as he leaned over to pick up the bag and saw a yellowish paper next to it, a feeling of fear gripping his heart. He shoved the paper in his bag and hurried into his home.
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"Please dont do this, I don't want it. Please." I plead with him but it's no use. He walks over to me and slams his hand on the wall next to my head, making me jump. "Turn around." He speaks slowly in a low tone. I don't move out of fear and stare at him. "NOW!" I jump and slowly turn around. I feel him move my hair to the side and puts it on. He turns me back around, smiling. "Now, that wasn't so bad." He pauses staring at me. "Make sure you never take this off. Do you understand? Never." He says in a commanding tone, looking into my eyes. I nod silently, he stares at me and gently kisses my cheek. "I will be back for you later." He turns and leaves the room. Once I'm sure he is gone, I go to the mirror. I look at my neck and see it... A leather collar with his name inscripted on it . Damien ***** If you think this is a happy story, it's not so beware. This story includes dark love with obsession and an extreme possessive dominant male.

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