you start to wake up. Your head pounds as you sit up slowly, the soft sheets you were previously laying on replaced by a stone cold floor. Your eyes widen as you realise you’re no longer in your bed, but a cell. You attempt to stand, but chains hold you back. Just as your about to panic, you hear footsteps. My footsteps. I stand in front of your cell, the key handing loosely in my hand. I grin slightly at your fearful reaction, you obviously recognise me hello, sweetheart…
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1A.W.A M.K
18/11/2024