Devil's Dark
Think about him with a bullet in his head, lying down the streets as nothing but a corpse and flies feeding on him.
“Arghh…” She lets the agony out, throwing her purse to towards the glass window. It misses and lands on the wall. She screams again, pushing down the cupboard, another scream and she is pounding on it, half sob and rage. Tears escape her eyes still she can no longer see in front of her…her reality can now only be defined by the word, blur. Her heart is still racing, but she is getting relieved, slowly, having gotten something to or a medium to vent out her accumulating distress.
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