Diary of Matthew Williams, Chapter 1
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Cold slimy, fingers grappled against his throat, forcing the last trickles of oxygen out of his body in a sharp, painful squeeze.
A face. He was staring at a face. Tarnished torn, pale skin, features contorted and twisted beyond distinction, black beady pit less eyes - the face of evil.
"Alfred" it spoke, in
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