“Are you a monster?” He whispered. Occisor don’t know how to reply. He smiled. A bloodthirsty grin at his cellmate.
“Am I?” He asked back as the other male shook. Occisor stood up and walked over to him. “Think about it. I’ve been here for 4-7 years!” He laughed.
“You are a monster.” She whimpered. Blood went down her cheek from the cut in her head. Occisor smiled. A bloodthirsty grin at her. “I know.”
“You’re a monster.” He whispered at the mirror. He smiled a tired, sad, frustrated grin. Red magic tears fell from his face before he wiped them away.
“I’m a monster.”
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A monster
“Are you a monster?” He whispered. Occisor don’t know how to reply. He smiled. A bloodthirsty grin at his cellmate.
“Am I?” He asked back as the other male shook. Occisor stood up and walked over to him. “Think about it. I’ve been here for 4-7 years!” He laughed.
“You are a monster.” She whimpered. Blood went down her cheek from the cut in her head. Occisor smiled. A bloodthirsty grin at her. “I know.”
“You’re a monster.” He whispered at the mirror. He smiled a tired, sad, frustrated grin. Red magic tears fell from his face before he wiped them away.
“I’m a monster.”
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