Devil's Bidding
I had believed him with every broken piece of my heart.
Don Antonio let out a loud, chilling laugh that echoed off the bare walls.
“Let me tell you a story,” he said, drawing closer until his shadow fell over my trembling form. “A very interesting one. Interesting… but tragic.”
“There once was a happy little girl,” Don Antonio began, his voice dropping into a rhythmic, haunting lilt. “Two happy little girls, rather.”
He paused, watching my face with the clinical intensity of a scientist observing a dying specimen.
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