Trapped by the Mafia Boss
The trees parted slightly, and that’s when I saw them.
Two bodies. A boy and a girl, teenagers. Their limbs were twisted at odd angles, eyes open but unseeing, blood. The girl's hair was splayed out, her face frozen in terror. The boy’s shirt was soaked through, a crimson stain spreading across his chest.
I couldn’t breathe. The scream tore out of me before I could even think, echoing through the woods and bouncing back to me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed, my hand clamping over my mouth, the horrible scent of decay filling my nostrils.
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