Part 41

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Four of them.

They all said they were called Chris.

All sounded different.

Hurt me differently.

Too dark to see them.

Didn't see their faces.

Only the voices.

Different voices, different hands.

Four different pricks who could only get a girl by force in the dark.

Wanting to hurt them back. Kill them.

Couldn't get free.

So tired...

Enough of my nightmares for today. You promised me cake, Nathan. 

Nightmares of Caitlin LockyerOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora