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with an extra-large headboard to replace Karina’s writing desk. It covered a majority of the open window. I walked around the house to double-check that no could see the handcuffs on either side of the headboard, binding the wrists of my victim. The room hadn’t been occupied since Karina filled it with love and positivity. Now wickedness would be entering its threshold. I could almost sense the battle between good and evil in the air.
The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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