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She wanted to move.
She needed to move.
But fear rooted her in place.
So she stayed perfectly still, barely daring to breathe, hoping - perhaps foolishly that if she didn't move …
… he might somehow not notice.
Mya simply nodded.
〝ㅤ… Understood.ㅤ〞
She offered a small, respectful bow from where she sat.
〝ㅤThank you … for everything. Please don't trouble yourself further because of me.ㅤ〞
With that, she fell quiet - watching him leave.
The room grew still once the door
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He had a long day ahead and would have to get through it without any sleep. It wasn’t unusual for him, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t take a toll on his health.
When he got to his guest’s room, the sun was already out. He slid the door open softly and walked in.
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another squeak. Not another panic movement.
Only the faint rise and fall beneath the blanket betrayed that something was underneath.
Oh no.
( 💭Please don't squish me … )
( 💭Please don't hate me … )
The air beneath the blanket was growing warmer by the second.
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A 'Siren Head' horror film is in the works at Warner Bros
• Based on the viral horror meme
• Zach Cregger and Brian Duffield are writing the script
(via @THR)
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asked to flatter him. She genuinely wanted to understand him.
The man before her felt difficult to read.
He was too calm and patient.
Dangerous probably …
Yet somehow harmless at the same time.
Mya sat quietly while he spoke to her.
Second rank? That sounds important! Far more important than he was making it sound.
Yet there was no pride in his voice, no expectation that she should be impressed. He spoke about it the same way one might speak about the weather.
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〝ㅤ—Guess its not a thing in my place …ㅤ〞
The compliment was sincere.
Though curiosity soon replaced it.
Her head tilted slightly.
〝ㅤIf you are second in rank … does that mean many people depend on you? What is your role, if I may know ?ㅤ〞
The question wasn't
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