Catch Up {Septiplier}

Catch Up {Septiplier}

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Prologue [please read]: The blood trickled down his arm as he sighed. Once again he was stuck in the terrible world with nothing but himself and a razor. He didn't like it this way. No. He didn't want it this way. But the voices spoke to him one day. And now he's stuck like this. Until one day he changed his life. He was the one to save him from this past. He was going to rid him from this pain. But things always Catch Up...
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ATTENTION! THIS IS THE SECOND BOOK OF A THREE BOOK SERIES! PLEASE DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU'VE READ THE FIRST BOOK!!! FIRST BOOK: Finding Jon Moxley Oh my God. Here he comes. I can hear his heavy footsteps walking down the corridor in front of me. He's probably here to torture me, once again. He walks through the dark curtain, and I cringe. I can't bare the sight of him anymore. I pull at the chains that are holding me against the cold cement wall. I want to get out of here. I need to get out of here. I groan in pain as the metal claws deeper into my wrists. He bends down to my level and whispers in my ear, "Sweetheart, don't struggle, it's only gonna make it worse." I shiver in disgust as his repulsive breath his my ear and neck. I answer, "You will regret this." But it comes out all muffled because of the duck tape covering my mouth. He only smirks. "Smile, okay? You're on tv." He turns and points to the camera pointing in my direction. When did that get there? That's when I start crying. He chuckles with the satisfaction of my suffering. When will my hero come and save me?

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