Children Of Magic.

Children Of Magic.

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MatureOngoing3h 16m

Last published Wed, Mar 8, 2017

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Betrayal, conflict and a lot of emotional damage is what Diana has to go through. People who lie, cheat and sweet talk you in to your lives and screw around until your left for dead, are the people who have surrounded her. But Diana must face a choice, her best friend or who she thinks is the good guys, and with her sister missing and a phyco fiancé should she trust Blake? Or is he the one she needs protection from? . *** He lunged at me and I rolled on to my side , narrowly missing his grasp. I shot up to my feet and ran for the door. He grabbed my leg and I went crashing to the ground and hit my nose hearing a sickening crunch as it collided with the polished wooden floor. Sticky, thick blood pooled out of my nose and dripped in to my mouth. I screamed again. My throat dry and sore from all the crying and screaming made it hard to say anything and the taste of blood made me feel sick, sick to the point I would actually vomit. This isn't happening! I chanted in my head, but the pain I felt was undeniably real. When he had a tight grip on my ankle he yanked me back in to the room and flipped me round so my back was smashed against the ground and my face inches from the animal I once loved. He leaned closer until I could feel his ice cold breath invade my lungs , I could smell blood, I wasn't sure if it was just from my nose, but it was over powering and my head was spinning. I have a thing about blood. The sight is repulsive, the smell is revolting and the taste, the taste is unimaginable. And to have all three going on at once is too much. My vision was blurry from the tears, but still I lashed out at anything close. And I kicked my legs around hoping to hit him in the balls so he would let go. But he weighs a tonne , my whole body was being crushed slowly and I couldn't breath in enough air. But something happened. There was no longer anything holding me down. Instead I was looking straight up to a white ceiling. What the hell just happened?

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