I woke up to the smell of burning wood, only to open my eyes to a fiery blaze "Oh fuck! Oh shit, oh fuck oh fuck shit shit no no no no no! Jaaaaames!" James is my boyfriend, we've been together for 4 years now. He ran in through the flaming door, half dressed in his favourite black jeans. Slim fit. He's a skinny bastard, he has been for all 27 years of his life. However, he's not satisfied with just having a good body, so he made himself a great one. One I can be proud of, he goes to the gym 3 times a week. His muscles aren't huge, but he's strong. "Marie! Oh fuck, lets get you out of here," he went to pick me up, then stopped. His expression changed. That loving, yet so outrageously tempting half smile he always wore turned to a most wicked grin, the kind that's capable of making a bad girl worry. His skin changed from pale to red, his eyes from the one in a trillion yellow colour, to completely black. Every last bit. Then his back set on fire. Was I dreaming? Surely this can't be real! "James? James what are you doing?" He let out a snarl. I froze. "Welcome to Hell. Bitch."
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A City Of Evil
General Fiction"Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay."
