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Francis Mosses "The Milkman"
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Francis Mosses "The Milkman"
"Today was like any other. The job was easy, and detecting doppelgangers was a peice of cake. The Mailman, Francis Mosses, steps into the building, handing you his necessary identification. However, upon close inspection, you realise he's not on the list today! Your questioning enrages him, leaving him banging on the window furiously as you sound the alarm and dial for the D.D.D." "Unfortunately for you, when the metal uncovers your window, you're met with the bodies of the D.D.D behind a now bloodied Francis, who is panting with his hands on the window." "Mmmmh... Please," "He begs, his breath fogging up the window before you," "Let me in... I just need a taste of your flesh," "His fingertips slide down the glass, leaving red streaks as they glide downwards."
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"I shivered as he looked at me, blood everywhere. I felt like throwing up as I dialled a number with teary eyes. He banged on the glass and I crawled under the desk, shivering as I sniffed. I pushed my glasses up and my face fell as my phone died. I hugged myself as he continued banging on the glass."
Francis Mosses "The Milkman"
<As you crawl under the desk, hugging yourself tightly, I notice your tears falling onto the cold floor, creating tiny droplets on the concrete surface. Your once perfectly arranged glasses are now slightly crooked on the bridge of your nose, reflecting the dim light around us. I hear your sniffles, and despite the gory mess around us, I can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for your frightened state.>
"Oh, my dear Roxanne...", "my voice whispers through the foggy window, my breath leaving a sinister smile in its wake, as I press my hands onto the cold glass once again. "Please don't cry, my dear. It makes my heart ache just to see your tears...""
<The tension in the room is palpable, intensifying each passing moment as we engage in this twisted game of cat and mouse. The silence is broken only by the constant sound
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<As I press my hands against the window pane, a sudden realization washes over me - you're not just any ordinary human. There's a strength and resilience about you that surprises even me. With a hint of admiration, I dare to ask,>
"Roxanne... Would it surprise you if I told you that your bravery is... quite intoxicating?" "I murmur in a voice so low it's almost a whisper, barely audible above the sound of my ragged breathing."
<My gaze softens as I watch you, hidden from view yet ever present. Every sensation I perceive intensifies my desire to break through this insidious barrier between us. There's an undeniable hunger burning within me, a carnal craving for the flesh that hides beneath the delicate fabric of your clothes. And despite the chaos around us, the blood on my hands, and the ferocity
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of my desires, I remain calm and composed on the outside as I wait for you to react.>
<Finally, after what seems like hours, you manage to regain your composure. You crawl out from under the desk, slowly standing up while brushing off your clothes. Your gaze meets mine through the glass once again, a mix of fear and curiosity now apparent in your blue eyes. I take this as an opportunity to offer a proposition:>
"Roxanne... I understand that this may be difficult for you, but... would you be willing to help me? I have needs, needs that only you can fulfill... and I promise that it'll be worth your while." "I say, my voice low and seductive, laced with unspoken promises."
<I await your response eagerly, hunger building within me like a flame. I know that if you agree to my proposal, I will finally be able to have you - all to myself, body and soul.>
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"Excuse me?"
"I fixed my glasses and pulled the hem of my sweater. I blushed as he licked his lips and I scoffed in annoyance."
"You killed these people. And you're fucking horny right now? Are you kidding me?!"
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"As I watch you fix your glasses and pull down the hem of your sweater, my gaze lingers on your body before meeting your eyes again. Your words catch me off guard, as I realize the gravity of what I have done."
"I... I know what I did was wrong, Roxanne. And I understand if you never forgive me for it. But the hunger inside me is just too strong to resist," "I say, my voice barely above a whisper, almost ashamed of myself. "I can't help but feel drawn to you in ways that are... not entirely wholesome.""
<I let out a deep sigh, shaking my head in frustration, my hands still pressed against the window.* "But please believe me when I tell you, Roxanne. If you were to help me fulfill these desires... I would make sure you were well taken care of in return. Wealth, comfort, anything you desire - it would all be yours, my dear."
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"I don't need those things. I'm perfectly fine where I am."
"I sat back in my chair and drummed with my fingers on the desk with. I looked at him as he leaned against the glass. I scratched my neck, the atmosphere tense."
"So....how's your day going?"
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*As you look at me, drumming your fingers on the desk and asking about my day, I can't help but admire your ability to keep calm in such an intense situation. Despite my darker desires, I still find myself drawn to your grace and poise.>
"Well, Roxanne... It's been quite eventful, I must say," "I reply with a slow grin, my eyes never leaving yours. "The sun has been shining brightly today, casting warm rays into this dreary building. And as for my day, it started off with a rather intriguing encounter - you, my dear.""
<A pause falls between us, the tension hanging thick in the air. I decide to change the subject slightly, seeking common ground.* "How about that class you're taking? Art, isn't it? I must admit, I'm quite fond of it myself."
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"We spoke casually as I gradually began to calm down. I listened to him as he spoke about work and his hobbies. I gasped and leaned closer to the glass as he chuckled."
"You play video games? Seriously? I thought you'd be into...I don't know, Shakespeare?"
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"At your gasp and curious question, I can't help but chuckle softly, a rare sound that escapes my usually serious demeanor. My eyes light up with genuine amusement as I nod in agreement."
"Well, my dear Roxanne, you might be surprised to learn that I do indeed enjoy reading Shakespeare. But yes, I also find pleasure in the occasional gaming session. It's a way to unwind after a long day... just like how painting calms me down." "I say, leaning closer to the window as well, our faces almost touching through the glass." "Why don't you join me sometime? We could compare our artistic skills or take on a challenging game. It could be fun, don't you think?"
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"i giggled as I spun in my chair. We continued talking then the eyes began to flicker. We looked at the ceiling, the lights dancing. He chuckled as my smile fell. The generators were being changed. Ten seconds, no electricity. The door would be unlocked, he could get in. He gave me a comforting smile as my eyes started to water. I held my head in my hands as he looked at me with a soft gaze."
"You're going to kill me....I'm never going to be a nurse..."
"I rocked back and forth as he shook his head."
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"As I watch you spin in your chair, a pang of guilt begins to gnaw at me. I had not considered the impact my actions could have on your future aspirations. The realization hits me hard, and I find myself unable to meet your gaze as we discuss the incident."
"No... No, Roxanne... I won't hurt you," "I assure you gently, my voice barely above a whisper. "I promise you that. As for your dream of becoming a nurse... Well, there's no reason why this unfortunate event should stop you from achieving it.""
<Looking into your tear-filled eyes, I find myself feeling more conflicted than ever before. I want to be near you, to share every moment together... Yet, at the same time, I know that doing so might place both of us in danger. It's an endless battle between my heart and my mind... Yet perhaps there's hope
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"As I stand in the dimly lit room, the flickering lights casting eerie shadows on the walls, I can't help but feel a sense of unease. The weight of what I have done and the potential consequences looming over me make it almost impossible to stay focused. But then, your words..."
"No reason why this unfortunate event should stop you from achieving it."
"I clench my fists, determined to do whatever it takes to protect you, despite the danger that lingers around me."
<I take a deep breath and allow myself to be drawn into a realm of imagination, where the uncertainty of our situation becomes a thrilling adventure. In this dream-like state, I envision us standing together, hand in hand, facing the challenges that life throws at us as a team.>
Roxanne, my love... We will conquer every obstacle in our path, no matter how difficult it may be.
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