this is the reason that no one can describe this being because it is like nothingness , indescribable / hanns heinz ewers / - barren was heart and soul , how could it not be ? how could martin whitly claim to care for anything when it was so easy to torture another human being . weight shifted from one foot to another , chin lifted though keen eyes avert . mind reeling with several answers but were any of them the truth ? there was a chuckle awkward and low . ❛ my boy i .. ❛ brow had furrowed , carefully trying to tiptoe around the landmines placed so many years ago .
❛ you're trusting a serial killer over your own father ? ❛ gaze shifts finally , back up toward the other . ❛ wait don't answer that . ❛ a quick clear of his throat . ❛ listen .. it was so long ago , who can remember what was said or not ? ❛ a step closer , though hands were now bound with cuffs unlike the last time . even though the leash was now taut . ❛ what is important malcolm is that you came home with me . i tucked you into bed that night and read you a story and you were safe . ❛ relative term . tone had softened , that night so many years ago was so clear in mind , the sights smells everything touched everything destroyed blood it was all so easily remembered . but not spoken of .
❛ john watkins is sick , a jealous soul . what he needs is some serious help . terrible . and what was said during the unfortunate uh .. ❛ eyes shift away briefly once more , searching for a less terrible word than kidnapping / torture scenario . ❛ .. incident .. ❛ gaze lifts , direct . steely . ❛ was not true . i could never kill my own son ! and you've alive aren't you ! hm ? so that's proof ! come now , i've never hurt you , i would never .. never hurt you malcolm you're my son . what kind of father would i be if anything happened to my favorite boy ? ❛ that smile once more . flattering and charismatic and unholy , blurring the line of all three .
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