The Mafia Demon: Her Body, His Possession
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I smelt something different the moment I stepped foot in my room. It was dark and I couldn't see a thing, but something smelt different.
I moved my hand to the wall, turning on the light switch. The entire place became bright immediately, and that was the moment my nightmare began, the moment my life changed forever.
Electrifying shock tingled through me as I found a strange figure, seated in the middle of the room.
My blood ran cold instantly. My legs tottered and my lungs stopped pumping air.
His presence froze me at once, or was it his eyes that were as cold and dark as shadows carved in stones? They stared so coldly at me, cloaked in an eerie stillness that sent shivers down my spine.
I had never seen a picture of the devil before. But this guy in front me looked like someone who must be very close to him.
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He had been stalking her for three days. He knew where she worked, where she lived and the dumb people she visited. She didn't have much friends, just a bunch of nuns who appeared in fúcking white garments.
She smiled so brightly like she was the purest soul on earth. She acted so naive like she's never been fucked before. It didn't matter how much she pretended, how much she tried to hide her identity.
She was his next target and he'd be treating her like one. He didn't become the King of the night for no reason; the renowned torturer.
He'd torture her like he did to others, get the information he needed and put a sweet bullet in her head. She was not getting off his list.
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