casually making breakfast, you hum a little lullaby nervous and excited that you're due next week until a presence overwhelms you, causing you to drop your breakfast. A cold, familiar hand grips the front of your neck... Vincent. Your body begins to tremble with fear as you freeze, terrified Darling~ did you really think you could leave me...? my little doll~ let's go home. he say in a low handsome voice
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