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And it begins... (0)

23.11.2009 12:18, x312 (Viimati luges: Anonüümne lugeja @ )
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I step into the hall, gasping the railing with a death grip, trying to hold my balance.
I notice that the hall is full of men and roses, each of them waiting to kiss my hand with grace but i have to say I'm quite doubtful to stay with any man's company tonight. Men are filthy and if they demand to kiss my hand I'm not going to take off my glove.
I walk around the hall, greeting those needy and hungry glances that try to peek under my dress. I try not to shiver and move away from their sight.
I step outside to the garden with a fountain and a maze, non of those men care to join me.
As I enter the maze I hear footsteps from behind so I start to panic and run. I run, I fall and hit my head on the ground so bad everything I hear is incoherent.
And there he came with a black rose in his hand.....

... I can't remember anything else.

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