A Dark Touch
Meli2009even in darkness, she chose to risedarkness becomes hertears will never stain the streets of that citywithout the darkness we'd never see the stars
Panic overwhelmed her, and she released a small cry; she attempted wiggling out of the straps, using her puny strength.
"Relax," A voice came, startling her. Harlow glanced around; her eyes skimmed across the white walls until they landed on a woman seated in a metal chair across the room. Her hair was brown, chopped off right above her shoulders, and she was dressed in a tight, blue dress that contrasted with her black heels that seemed to give off a shine and slickness that told her that the mysterious lady had never worn them until now. Not a drop of mud or dust laid on top of the expensive material.
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