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The Demons Lost Mark.
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Ongoing, First published May 29, 2016
Mature
(Warning this has (I guess some would say 'vulgar') language and torture scenes and all that go with those. If you are a foe to these and not a friend then read at your own risk. But please enjoy the story!)


Heyo! Well here it is my first book. Please enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated! (I'm not great with descriptions so hopefully this is good!)

It was a typical Saturday night for Dallas. Get up, clean, and head to work. After finally closing the restaurant at 2:00 A.M she was finally on her trek home, until her truck has issues and she must seek out help from a house in the middle of nowhere. Little did she know that at that moment, was when her life was gonna change..

For the better, or For the worse? 

Typical day in the demon household, this new house gave me the best cover I needed for my victims. And this small town didn't even notice. Id been stumped all week (well longer but I felt like I was close this time) on who was next on my list, I've searched everywhere for this person but haven't found them. Sitting in my basement, my tools surrounding me, I hear a knock on my door. Whoa was I surprised when she just showed up at my door. Well, maybe I don't have to go searching for her anymore. I've waited for this, and now we are gonna have some fun.
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