“Who are you?” I mutter, freezing, trembling in the arms of a pure stranger. The goosebumps rising on my olive tone skin have gradually settled down. Heated sweat replaces them, dripping down the edges of my diamond shaped face. Falling towards my flat chest, my eyes stare at the unknown man in the mask. Panic and fear engulfs me as I attempt to keep my breathing at steady. His long spider-like ar...

“A man with nothing to fear, is a man with nothing to love. And with nothing to love, there’s nothing to loose.”

—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕵𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖗....