Number12's Nanofiction collection, Page 28

Specter of Evil

date: 02-03-00

He entered her house, somehow stepping over the slippery soap. Although the trapdoor over the acid pit sprung open, he didn't fall. Her 1,000 tiny warriors shot their arrows with all their might but he didn't feel them. He was in her room. He smiled. He was the good daddy today, but still she trembled.

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