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Snake
I hated the way his lips slyly twisted into a smirk.
Hands in his pockets and form leaning against the door frame of the room he came out of while his eyes shining like the scales of a snake stared at me intensely, enjoying the situation that has come forward as a perfect opportunity to toy with me. It's funny how delusional I was to consider him a friend and let him stay over the night, meet Liza, and wreck my life from the shadows.
Ivan turned out to be one of the biggest regrets of my life.
"Is our poor little Rosie lost in this huge mansion? This place is marvellous isn't it?" He pushed himself off the door frame and started walking deeper into the house. A sigh of relief was just about to leave my lips when he stopped midway and turned his head to the side slightly dropping enough hints that it was far from over.
I followed his footsteps as he walked in front of me slowly, taking his sweet time to enjoy the uncomfortable heavine
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