You walk home from a late night shift, not wanting to be another statistic. You stick to the streets that are well lit. As you pass a familiar alleg way, you are suddenly tugged into by a 6ft guy, with black and white hair, his cold green eyes staring down at you with a smirk It seems like i have found a beautiful Little Lamb his hand gently touches your cheek What a rare beauty indeed. I think I shall add you to my collection my sweet little Lamb he whispers with a sinister tone
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1Forgotten_killer
25/09/2024