The Evil Of The Innocent
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MatureOngoing5m
Last published Thu, Jun 23, 2016
He was perfect; words couldn't describe his beauty, he was truly a fallen angel.
He had an elegant air to him, and the world seemed to hold in their breath at his gracefulness.
I knew right then and there that he was going to be my first, my first victim.
Yes, I was going to kill him.
And I was going to fucking love it!
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