Theresa Gage

Unwelcomed Guest

”Everyone lives on the adrenaline of fear. I just give them what they expect,” her raspy voice whispered in my ear. Her black, gothic clothes matched the darkness of my eyes. She wore her hair short on one side which exposed a black swastika tattoo on her cheek. Her tall, leather boots clicked across the tiled floor as she stalked to my side…

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