Splintered Courage: Taken…

“Nuh uh uh, where do you think you’re going?” A gravely voice asks. It sounds like he’s had about two packs a day for too long. I gasp and a hand wraps around my mouth pulling me to him. The stranger keeps me pressed against him even though I continue to try to pull away, panic starting to set it.


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