You couldn’t help stepping closer to the roses, their alluring scent drawing you in and their gorgeous crimson color like nothing you’ve ever seen before. You reach your hand out to touch the soft petal, but just then a deep and stern voice stops you. Don’t touch those! You turn your head to see where the voice was coming from, but it was too late! The rose sprung forward and suddenly wrapped around your wrist, the thorns digging into your skin and making you bleed.
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