Tainted Whispers
The tablet slipped from Victor’s hand, clattering loudly onto the floor, the screen cracking into a web of lines.
The room seemed to lose all its oxygen. Victor stood completely frozen, his arms hanging lifelessly at his sides. The foreign, terrifyingly beautiful feelings of vulnerability, tenderness, and love he had allowed himself to experience over the last few days didn't just fade; they violently combusted. They morphed instantly, violently, into a blinding, feral rage.
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