Posted on August 13, 2009 at 9:25pm
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I sit tied up in the living room waiting for the murderer to walk in and kill me. Sweat drips form my forehead and rolls down my face. I don’t want to die but I would whither have me die then the one I love. I here heavy boots walk down the wooden hail way. I try not to look afraid to go back to the place that makes me happy. He knees down beside me and moves the hair out of my face. “Now sweaty I won’t kill you but you have to tell me were your perfect little boyfriends is.” I say nothing and…
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