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Evil Things Never ChangeEverything was blurry for a moment, as two drained eyes opened, a low groan emitting from her throat. A distinc throbbing sensation pounded in the back of her skull and all of her limbs hurt. She couldn't think of a place on her body that wasn't sore or aching.
As things slowly started to clear, she recognized she was on a cement floor. The room looked familiar, as the brunettes eyes fluttered open. She was currently curled in the middle of the floor, a black coat wrapped around her.
Lifting her head, she realized she was alone. Alone for once. It was just her, the sickeningly familiar coat and the floor. However, she knew better than to actually think it was just her and herself. He was always around, hiding somewhere. She was never truly alone.
Ever since that fateful night she had been abducted. How she managed to weasel a deal out of the monster, she still wasn't quite sure, however, he had made the agreement terms quite clear whenever he could. He seemed to like to rub just how de
One Little Flower - Prt 2Never had a girl been more terrified of a dream than that very night. Of course, such a naive girl, having never dealt with a slender before, she had no clue of the side effects. The odd illnesses, the memory loss, the nightmares. She had never experienced something so horrifying. And yet it came from such a simple dream.
She was just sitting at a local coffee bar, enjoy a rather sweet latte. Of course she had never really been a coffee person, she had to say the lattes here really hit the spot. She was wrapped in a warm sweater and a pair of black jeans. The latte helped to warm her frozen fingertips.
As she took sips, people would come and go but a certain man stood out from the rest. What was more terrifying was the fact no one seemed to take interest. This milk white man wearing all black, no face whatsoever and tentacles uncoiling and recoiling. This wasn't an average person. It was some terrifying thing.
However, he seemed to be so casual. He was sitting with a plate of sugary tr
One Little Flower - Prt 1"What's the harm in one little flower?"
The charming voice still rang in her head. How could she have been so blind? Completely unaware of the hidden lust laced in between each word he said. Looking back it had been so obvious. Yet he had lulled her into a false sense of security so fast, she barely had time to comprehend anything. What's the harm in one little flower? She was facing it right now.
The night air was considerably colder than it had been that morning or that whole day really. A young woman, perhaps the oldest of twenty, clutched the light black coat to her body. It was a futile attempt to keep herself warm. Needless to say, it didn't help much. She took long strides, wandering down the unusually empty main streets. She had considered taking the back streets, it would save her time. The less she was in this cold air, the better.
As she glanced down an upcoming alley way, she bit her lip. This young female had always been rather paranoid. People had poked fun of her, sayi
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