Scarlet Syndrome
READING AGE 16+
Hours. Days. Weeks. Time eluded me and in its place was him. His icy blue eyes that betrayed none of his thoughts. His deep voice laced in a thick accent as he calmly interrogated me. The occasional Russian sentences that would fall from his pale lips. It was all so enticing. Aside from his hands.
Such a handsome man bathed in deadly intent, coated in the scent of death. "I'm sure he's told you about me" he plainly states, a rough hand harshly lifting my chin to face him. "I was generous enough to give you a week. If you don't start answering my questions kotehok, I'll bring your friends in and start carving"
Unfold
It's a fleeting thought that seems to hit me during the most random points throughout my life. How a simple split decision could have such an impact. A simple yes or no question could lead on to something great.
Or it could lead to something horrible. Something that could destroy the lives of others and leave nothing but destruction in its……
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