*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT*
THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2.
Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo.
"Something can be both delicate and violent"
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Harry lowe...
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You ready? (I'm not)
"Oh, my love I think I'm drowing
Take me down into the deep Been so long since I've been found So won't you come, won't you come and rescue me
Save me please, my love."
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May 2019:
3 months later.
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Red Light.
It's damp.
It smells so damp down here.
It's so dark, I don't like it down here.
All I can see is the faint red glow coming from up ahead, and my heart starts to thump harder with each step I take feeling the cold cement under my bare feet.
I need to be quiet.
I can hear the soft music playing, echoing out from the door way and bouncing around the walls. Such soft sweet music for such a dark place.
That same gut churning music I heard on that tape.
I don't want to be here.
I start to get closer to the blood shade light and I can feel my stomach twisting that fiercely I nearly choke; I wish my hands would stop shaking.
I need to do this.
I start to breathe faster, keeping my sharp inhales only coming in through my nose; I'm too terrified to make noise. This corridor feels suffocating, like it's never ending. I wish the light at the end of it wasn't red.
I reach the door way and swallow down my stomach that's lodged in my throat, strangling me; and use all of my willpower to peer into the room that's flooded with red like a crimson filter has been put over my eyes.
