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Ryan
A fearful smile escaped her lips as frustration hissed out of her. She took a deep breath, her lungs gasping for air. Her eyes scanned the sitting room, and she sighed, feeling haunted. Why was she so scared today?
With trembling steps, she moved closer to the stairs, her heart racing madly. This was a new feeling for her. She was never scared of Darrell's torture; she was almost addicted to his bullying. She was just his robot, and he was her uncle. She respected him, but she was never afraid of his madness. However, today was different. She swallowed her worries and began to climb the stairs.
"Hey!" His voice, filled with horror, shot into her ears, and she shivered under its blackening effect. She genuflected and spun around immediately. He walked out of the kitchen, holding a mug of creamy hot coffee in his palm.
"Sneaking into the house?" Darrell asked, walking toward her.
"Y-yes... No!" She stuttered, and he stood in front of her.
"And where are you coming from?"
"I just got back from school," she said.
"Wow," he sipped from his mug. "You're ten minutes late, do you realize that?"
"I'm sorry. I have a hurt on my feet, and I couldn't walk as usual."
"Sometimes you amaze me, wetly. You seem to be growing stronger in your lying skills every day."
"I'm not lying."
"I can actually pull off my shoes, so you can see for yourself."
"I'm truly hurt," she said amidst tears. He smiled and inched closer. She shut her eyes when she felt a hot, thick liquid cascade from her shoulder down her chest. Her face contorted in pain, and she winced as the scalding coffee mercilessly burned her soft flesh.
"Sorry!" He said, and she opened her eyes.
"I hate liars," he uttered, and she blinked. The pending tears streamed down her face without restraint.
"Now, where's Nick?" He asked.
"I haven't seen him," she ignored the black pain sinking into her young flesh and replied immediately. "I'm about to go out when he comes back. Pass this message to him at dawn," he smiled. "Tell him I want to feed on his flesh tonight." He concluded, and with that, he was gone.
God!!
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