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Mime revenge
Written By: Margaret Marks
Fiction
I was in the captain's quarters standing a feet away from him, he gazed at me with fire in his eyes, I knew what he wanted to do. He raised his sword and I pretended to grab my imaginery sword. He instantly shut me down in an instant when he stabbed my toe, I tried screaming but know that I couldn't, I saw the black and white make-up running down my cheeks in teers.
That night I went to bed swearing I'd take revenge on him, that sick son of a bitch. I sat there in my bed for some time drinking my bottle of nothing to make me feel good. Knowing that tommorow would be the day I take on him and his security forces.Fiction
That night I went to bed swearing I'd take revenge on him, that sick son of a bitch. I sat there in my bed for some time drinking my bottle of nothing to make me feel good. Knowing that tommorow would be the day I take on him and his security forces.Fiction