Love Conquers All
Copyright ©️ 2022 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions
I turn slowly to see a grungy looking man, missing several teeth and smelling like he wouldn’t remember what a shower was if I asked about it. He leans forward, several strands of greasy, matted brown maybe black hair fall towards my face and I cringe, falling back out of the squatted position I was hiding in.
“You look like a fine little treat for me and my friends, little dove.” he smiles menacingly at me. Well, I think it’s supposed to be a smile. There are too many teeth missing to be sure.
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