Mist of Darkness

by pokadiginarahina456

My blood poured out onto the floor, he towered over me a smirk printed across his face. He will always know what he did to me, but how am i supposed to help the police when I'm sitting in a forest behind his house? CONTESTSHIPPING :) my be M for gruesome like things but i think you can deal with it :) HIATUS

1. Prolouge

Mist of Darkness

Prologue

I closed my eyes, please stop! I pleaded in my head, but the words refused to seep from my bleeding lips. He threw me to the floor. My body, limp and jelly like, bounced a little on the tile. He towered over me, a smirk printed clearly across his face. I didn't used to shudder when I saw that smirk. I used to laugh at his determination. Now all I see in that smirk is control. He was no longer determined, but confident that he has won his prize. I could do nothing about it, he had me and I couldn't defy his word. My head smashed against the floor with a thud as blood poured out across the tile. My body limp, my face pale, my heat barely beating. His smirk faded and a frown formed in its place.

"What a shame, so weak."

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Kendy

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