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It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

Vera said with a wicked smile once every choker was on, “these can kill you. Think about doing something bad, and you will get shocked. Try to hurt anyone, and you will die. This place is mine now.” No one moved. The boss looked at the ground, his jaw clenched, his shoulders tight, but he did not dare lift his eyes. He was scared. Not angry-scared. Not embarrassed-scared. Truly scared. The fear sat on his face, in his breath, in the way his hands stayed open at his sides so the choker would not mistake him for a threat. “Grock, you are strong,” Vera said. “Take those twenty-five guys here and do not come back until the fences are combined. The rest will grab the grinder and come with us.”

The closeness felt too loaded, too close to old expectations. Then, a few days later, I noticed a flyer taped crookedly on the bulletin board at the community center while waiting for the kids. The paper was slightly wrinkled, the font cheerful and unintimidating. BEGINNER'S POTTERY: FIND YOUR CENTER. I stared at it longer than necessary. It felt safe. Messy. Ordinary. Completely unconnected to sex, trauma, or emotional landmines. That night, I brought it up. "Pottery?" Leo repeated, skeptical but curious.

He started with the website nomorefear.biz. There wasn’t much to it, just a black screen with a simple quote: “No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.” When he clicked on the sentence, he was taken to another page, featuring the image of a man embracing a weeping woman and a paragraph:

Four POV Should i take it out? Is it a bad idea? *Flash back* Four(A child): Uncle i am scared Gigi's father: its okay to be scared but facing the thing that you fear is what makes you brave! Four takes a deep breath and tried to connect with the deadly weapon called dark speare in his hands and absorb its power. Gigi's dad: Excellent Four! Four succeded to connect withthe weapon and he took a shaky breath. Gigi's Dad: You are now truly a gurdain but!!!!!

He was in shock, Only a few seconds had passed from the time Jate Woods made his first move to the time Scar crashed heavily to the floor. 'What the....What the hell was going on?' Jan Bobber gulped and stood where he was as if he was nailed to the floor. He couldn't move at all because he was in such shock. He knew very well how powerful Scar was. He was one of the three highly skilled fighters who worked for his father. How...how did he collapse so easily? 'Monster! A demon!' These were the words that popped up in Jan Bobber's brain to describe Jate Woods. Jate Woods was just a man wearing a bathrobe, but he was definitely a terrifying demon! Scar lay on the floor and couldn't fight back a

◇DON POV◇ I was angry on myself for shouting on her I don't know why I'm becoming like this I was never interested to hurt her but ended up scaring her twice I can see the fear in her eyes clearly I always wished those eyes to look at me with care but today I made those eyes to look at me with fear she is the only one who is not scared of me she treats me like I'm normal not unlike others who thinks of me as a beast but what I did I behaved like a beast

⚯͛ I am jealous of every girl that has ever hugged him because, for that short seconds, she held my entire world. — Unknown ⚯͛ M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead I rushed to the bar where he was working as soon as school was over before I had to meet the girls at Poirot Cafe.

He didn´t deserve my fear; he didn´t deserve shit! I knew I still had plenty of time. He didn´t just fuck his victims. He played with them, toyed with their emotions, and gorged on the continuous fear. He scars and torments them until they let go of their natural bodily functions and defecate and urinate themselves, ensuring that he lamented their lack of dignity and despair. He would reach out with an olive branch of hope and build them up, then laugh when the light dimmed in their eyes once they had the realization that there was no escape, letting fear emerge once again.

“Heh. Scared?” Scorpion laughed maniacally. “Ask around. I’ve been working in this line for twenty years. Nothing scares me. “I don’t know what fear is.” Kaze said indifferently, “Cut the crap. You and your crew can come at me all at once, or you can fight on your own. “I want to crush you and be on my way.” “Thud!” Scorpion smacked the table, splintering the wood.