Childs play
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"Wanna play a Game?" I can Still hear that Deep, Dark voice echoing in my head. As I Lie awake in my bed that really isn't my bed. I can still picture him. Tall, slender In a dark suit with dark smeres(Sc?) and Stains, Dark brown hair, crimson red eyes. And that Smug smirk. "Why not?" I pushed my face in my pillow that is not my own. He held his gloves hand out, darker stain in the palm. Sweat? Idoit...Thats what you are...an idoit... How was i to know of this Cruel Game? Who is to save me? Now now, you think me, arrogent? Cunfused? or symply Insane? You haven't heard my story yet.
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JESUS CHRIST WHAT DO YOU WANT?" My hands were clenched into fists by my sides and my jaw was clenched in anger. I watched as his jaw loosened and his shoulders slumped. He sighed, looking down at the floor. "I want you." **************************************** He was wild. But it was the kind of wild that had everyone stop and stare as his presence filled the room. His life was like a storybook that we all wanted to read. But maybe his wildness was a cover-up for his hurt.

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