The Man With The Vinyl Gloves
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MatureOngoing15m
Last published Sun, Sep 4, 2016
There's only one man I fear. The one man I see everyday of my miserable and torturous life. But I don't know his name. He's just the man with the vinyl gloves, and he's made my life a living hell.
I don't know my own name, or why that man tortures me. I just know he does. And I can't do anything about it. I'm mute. I refuse to speak. I lost my chance years ago. So I gave up on myself and vowed to never speak again.
Until something about my repetitive life changed. That lead to my UNBELIEVABLE adventure, and my voice being found. No spoilers.
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