That way I wouldn't be able to lie to anyone and they wouldn't be able to lie to me. We would be able to beat around the bush of half-truths and lies, wouldn't we?
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A shadowy figure makes it way to me. "Welcome, Christina Johnson, to your own personal Hell." His familiar voice echoes through the pitch black room. The light flashes on but it's too bright. I can't see him but I can feel his presence close to me. "You should have chosen a better social circle. Whatever happens to you my little muse, is your own fault." He walks towards me a gun pointed at my head.
I wake with a start. I look around me to ma
