Her eyes were watering and white smoke slowly started steaming out her nose. She started groaning in agony. Her legs thrashing wildly, her fingernails clawing at her killer’s leather gloves. Her blue cold eyes were now on fire with ache as she looked into her killer’s face and asked with her eyes for it to stop. She pleaded with her eyes, as the
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so now im going all Anne Rice and writing a crazy ass horror story because i never have before in my life...all the stories i have of horror are short and simple...i NEVER explore it!! soooo now i am... fuck my book.
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