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[WARNING - Adult scenes, violence, might trigger your traumas or sm]
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Y/n, a protagonist, well not just a simple one. Her hands were always restless. She could feel the emotions by touching things. Touching things was like feeling everything they had gone through, each object holding a tiny vivid memory. Like cherry on top of ice cream, she had a lethal weapon of intelligence.
“No one likes you at all,” she mocked while showing her, in my eyes, disgusting smirk. “and we still have to watch you doing such idiot things.”
“If you don't like me and you still watch whatever I do, oh darling, you're a fan” Of course, I know how to break her face with a wordy slap.
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A Haunted Asylum, or should I say, hunted? The place where mystery took place, she was sent there to uncover the paranormal truth behind the incidents taking place inside the blooded walls of it.
“I don't think there's anything bad in there” Just as he said, an ironic smell hit their nostril only to earn a front from every person present there.
“I wonder..,” she smiled slightly and added “what will get you killed earlier?... Your curiosity or your dumbness?”
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“Ah- Fuck, I'm bleeding badly, miss y/n... And.... and I see someone, he is huge!... Aaah-... i think... I.... I'm loosing consciousness...”
And the walkey talky turned off with a zipping sound, shit it disconnected...
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