Bricks by Boring Bricks

Bricks by Boring Bricks

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Mar 25, 2016
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Fantasy
When I was twelve years old, I had been kidnapped by a prince. He thought me things that usual twelve years old don't learn. When I was fifteen, he puts me in a high tower and spreads rumors about a beautiful maiden waiting for someone noble to save and marry her. It worked. But here's the real twist, I make them stay for a night and I kill them. I kill them and hide them in my closet. I paint with their blood and their hair is my paintbrush. Their flesh is my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And their screams are my source for entertainment. I go by the name Rapunzel and they call me a Siren on land.
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Rapunzel

How would you feel if your own father locked you up in a tower for years? Angry, hurt, murderous? Welcome to Marissa's world.

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