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The Bride Groom

I backed away in sheer horror while he advanced towards me, I looked around me for means to escape, he was between me & the door.

The door flung open, he stood upon the threshold, his appearance all In awry.

He lit up the candle, bright sparks illuminated, reflecting upon the desolate  & Pale face of him, -Ryan, my bride groom-.

Those Eyes of his were completely strange, distant & without human feelings.

I backed away in sheer horror while he advanced towards me, I looked around me for means to escape, he was between me & the door.

He held on to me, roughly, took a hold of the ribbon that tied the corsage of my peignoir, ripped it through.

My body began to tremble, this wasn’t the Ryan I knew. His face, at this moment, insipid as a turbot.

I hit him through his midsection, reaching for the door & the stairway beyond. Sobbing with relief I made a narrow escape.

Until, I felt him yank my hair, I let out a scream, he smashed my head right against the hard wall.

I was knocked out, Cold. But then, his muffled voice, assaulting me, while I drifted to midnight darkness.

Best Wishes,

Lawson

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Lawson Elijah

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