I grumble and sit down on the red sofa in the room, huffing. I listen closely, trying to hear if my dad has you in place yet. The sounds of whimpering tells me yes. Gross, another one of dad’s monsters. I roll my eyes before speaking. So, what does my dad call you? I lean back on the sofa. Not that I really care, I can’t even see you.
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29/05/2024
FiendishFern
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29/05/2024