I wake up to the sound of torture. I could smell fear. I started to hear footsteps in the distance
then I realized I was not along.
“help!” I recognised that voice it was my friend i started to run towards not stopping “help!” he
shouted again. Which encouraged me to run faster and faster until i suddenly stopped in blood
written Denis Heart died 1981 by the hand of the master criminal x marks the spot...
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