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Alexis
I have never seen eyes so beautifully laced with madness. I have never been so utterly terrified yet so transfixed.
How can hands that have suffered so much brutality be so delicate to touch?
I am stuck in an insane nightmare and I fear my head might implode.
Victor
I have observed her for months. Her habits and whereabouts. How she likes her vodka and the way her blue eyes darken when she’s had too much to drink.
If only she knew the things I’ve endured . . . Maybe then she’d understand what I have to do. Maybe she’d understand what is about to come.
A monster can only hope.
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