13 years old. The age of giggling about boys and complaining about homework. Instead I was begging old "Daddy Dearest" to stop beating me half to death.
26 years old. The age of moving on with your life. Maybe fall in love. But for me--
It's finding enjoyment in hearing people's blood-curdling (and I mean THEIR blood) curdling scream.
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⚠️ Cussing
⚠️blood/gore
⚠️lemon
you're put in the story , you're not a murderer but a sacrifice with rachel . Will you keep your sanity through it all ?