You feel a sense of dread slowly begin to creep in
'But he was so nice? He helped me when I was scared. How could someone like him be... That.'
You decide on keeping quiet. So, later that night, at your home, as you're getting a snack...
"I didn't hurt you because you looked at me like I was just another scare actor. Not a f###ing s3r!@l k!||3r.
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