Fear cuts sharpers than any sword.
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When Earl closes the door behind him, it barely makes a sound but it still feels like he has just locked me away in the deepest darkest dungeon and tossed the key.
A prisoner.
That is what I am.
I sigh, stepping fully into the room that is to be my holding cell and a small gasp escapes me despite my fear.
“Dear god” I whisper softly to myself as my feet sink into the soft muted gray rug. It feels like milk squishing in between my toes and for the first time that evening, I realize just how truly tired I am.
In the center of the room sits a giant king size bed that looks more like a football field than a place for sleeping.
I roll my eyes when I discover the larger than life mirror on the ceiling above it. Who besides a narcissist would wa
