Tom Psyndicate

Tom Psyndicate

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"So, you're the Tom I've heard so much about", she had said with a playful smile bending her lips when they first met. He had been sitting still on the bed of his room when she had entered. She did not seem to notice the cold stare he had given her, but he knew she had seen it. She had just done a good job at not letting it get to her. "You are making a mistake," he had said, his eyes achieving a smug glint. "Allow it to be mine to make, then. It's very exciting to finally meet you!" Her smile had been both sweet and sour at the same time. He knew that he would not be able to protect her innocent being from him. He was a monster, a murderer without remorse. -- She had already sealed her fate the moment she entered the application. She had been told not to listen to him, for his words were only empty threats. She would soon understand what kind of mistake she had made by not listening, only to find it being far too late to try and save herself.
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