The door completely closed and the band on the small girl’s wrist turned blue. She started knocking on the glass, tears starting to stream down her face as she begged to be let in, glancing behind her constantly; sobbing softly, before she gave up looking and just slumped to the floor, weakly banging on the glass now. She had short black hair and dark skin, and I hazarded a guess of her being maybe being 14, 15 at most. I saw the man behind her before she did. He was stalking towards us, shockingly graceful, brown hair slicked back in an old fashioned quiff, blue eyes flashing menacingly set in a pale face. When he reached the door he fell to his knees and gently pulled the young girl onto his lap. He carefully undid the bow at the back of her neck, and her black ribbon fluttered to the floor, like a black bird who had had it’s wings broken and was trying to fly. Then like a coiled wiper he striked, and I turned my head away in disgust
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