𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆:
Two meddling teenagers and one very, very small town.
Slowly add a growing body count.
Mix well until mystery thickens.
One serial killer? Optional.
This one's a fighter. Eyes the colour of soil, heart the pit of a burning, roaring flame. She's not like the others. I've only touched her once. She had reared back her leg and kicked me hard on the chest. But it was worth it. It was really worth it, Em. Her skin is so soft. So, so soft. There is a mole on her upper arm where my thumb had pressed over it as I held her arms. As I felt her very soft skin. She felt like satin and velvet. The anger in her scream tore through the vowels. It escaped the vibrations. I think she actually made my ear numb. It was worth it, watching her all that while. Now I have her. I will keep her. Love, your baby, your love, your dear.
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Since this is short and heavy (and creepy hi), the next update will be in a couple of hours.
