violets secret
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Ongoing11m
Last published Wed, Jul 2, 2014
He was so mesmerizing. I felt as though he was my missing puzzle peace. Mmm food sounds good now I thought to myself as I looked past the boy, yum I love nandos so much. I started walking towards the beautiful store, my mouth already watering from the thought of that food sliding down my mouth as a pair of rock hard arms snaked around my waist. Snappimh me out of my food day dreams and pulling me down a dark alley way with many more figures lurking in the darkness, I let out a whimper as the arm dragged me deeper into the darkness.
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