Chastity whispered again. It sounded like: "Nice to meet you." Or, possibly: "I hate you all.
Mia ThompsonHe ate when he wanted to, killed when he wanted to, and worked only when he wanted to. Unless, of course, he was with his mother, then he did everything she wanted to.
Mia ThompsonHe would never forget how that last tear trickled down her cheek. Her lifeless eyes and hand still reached to the busy crowd, as if they could save her from death.
Mia ThompsonShe was getting the warning signals, but years of social training - don't make a fool of yourself - overrode her survival instincts.
Mia ThompsonThe people hustling by her would never have guessed that less than twelve hours ago she'd looked like a cross between Carrie and Mrs Havisham.
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