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"Crawl to me" I demanded.
He was gasping heavily for I could hear his breath.
It made my heart flutter with ease as I watched his helpless aura fighting against his urge to not give up.
"I- I am- ", his hands started scratching the ground for grip but unfortunately there wasn't enough strength left for him to use.
I was enjoying his grief for a while but he chose to give up.
"Ah it's so boringgggg" I nagged as I walked over his dead body.
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Born and bought up from a toxic household, Irene was diagnosed with anxiety, SAD and depression in her primary school days. So her parents decided to provide her a better lifestyle and hence Irene was sent to her aunt's house. But little does she know what awaits her.
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Content advisory: this story contains violence
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