"Don't touch me," I tell the hooded figure.
He looks up and takes his hood off, revealing his distorted face to me, "oh but I am not touching you, my deer, merely just the clothes you where over you're beautiful skin. Such a pity you're hidden from view, my deer."
He goes to touch me again, "I said don't touch me!" I scream at him.
"Too bad," he says, reaching out to touch me again.
I go to swat this hand away but he moves away from me when he realises what I was about to do, "don't touch me."
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A Collection of Short Stories
Short StoryExactly what the title says, a collection of short stories. Some of these stories made from scar arch, others made with a little help and inspiration from movies, friends, family, books, quotes, whatever. A Collection Of Short Stories copyright ©...
