
by M.J_Grief
A man meets a woman who seems like hope. She smiles. She listens. She takes. Quietly. Completely. Until there's nothing left. And the worst part? She never raised a hand. Just a word. A look. A promise. And he did the rest himself. The Noose in the Quiet. Darkness doesn't shout. It whispers.
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