Your Innocence ( Brallon )

Your Innocence ( Brallon )

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jan 7, 2017
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Panic! At The Disco
Mr. Shapiro was always been nice to Brendon, ever since He took him in 15 years ago. Brendon's 19 now, and everything is going great, although he isn't allowed to leave the house, everything was going the way it should be. Until he looked outside the window when Mr. S wasn't home. --- This is loosely based on the Cleveland kidnappings in 2013. There will be a non-consented sexual scene in here. Along with other triggering things like, anxiety, maybe self harm, blood, molestation. Please read at your own risk.
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