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Chapter 2 The incident

Word Count: 1155    |    Released on: 09/12/2024

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g in envy at the family through the transparent glass across the st

is body was when Elise and I experienced the misfo

ping wound on his chest that continued to spill blood, the scent of

e was no answer. She sank to her knees beside h

. Her cries of plea filled with so much dread hollowed in my ears and e

whatever air they could find. I told myself it was a bad dream, one that I needed

, he promised but in the end h

it. Some said he got in too deep with the

ather wasn't perfect but I also knew he cheri

ial, still picking up the pieces he le

got heavier and heavier. A cold chill ran

ne that would tear the door if I didn't respond to it. I walked

essed in all black. "Are you Stephany?" The taller

stood at a corner in the back trembling. "Yes, what do

r one wearing a shade spoke, his voic

plied again washed with confusion

crossed paths with him so what did he want from me. My heartbeat qu

or me to step out of the house. I took a step back in fear and

ut she was stopped by the other man who

ted, my voice trembling as I tried

could still hear Elise screaming as she opened the door to come out

with firm eyes. She stood there crying helplessly as she watche

further. The large black gate that loomed over me and the

eyes as we approached the tall building. My nose pum

w? She's all alone by

ed me increased pulling down on me, my blood cour

me. I was led down a long dark hallway, as we wa

h my mind and the thick scent of dread lin

itself, the dark walls that I couldn't stop looking at were

nessed so many horrific things. I imagined how many people had been

ation. I might not come out alive...What if I was brought here to be killed?..

e into submission raising his hand as if to hit me

d. I was dragged into a room where Don Mario sat, pumping his lungs

that looked expensive but als

e that ran along his left eyebrow. His dry, chapped lips curved

ed to my knees before him. A wooden table separated us as

oke the silence. A horrid breath, a mix of tobacco and faint whiskey, hi

were rough with

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