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Azalea [Completed]
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Complete Sun, Jul 9, 20172h 34m
"That thing fastened on your boot? That's a recorder, now I've got everything you said recorded in this little transmitter in my hand." His eyes widened in shock as he stumbled back.
"And that, on your belt, is a mini TNT, adorable, isn't it? All I have to do, is press this button. So if you don't listen to me, I'll ka-boom you, if you do listen to me, I'll ka-boom you either way." She chuckled, giving him a sickeningly sweet smile.
He swallowed hard, clutching the bag tighter in his hand. He lost.
"W-who are you?"
"Oh? Who am I?" She gave that twisted smile of hers again, tilting her head to the side, her beautiful brownish locks bouncing along with it.
She then said the most dreadful words ever, in a dark, menacing voice, making him wish he never agreed to her deal.
"I'm Azalea"
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Warning: there may be triggering content
Published on: 9th July 2017
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