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The Wrong One
Malachi loved women. All women. And he was a master at charming women into coming back to his place. Every weekend, Malachi would go out to the club, find a woman that he wants, and charm her pants off. Literally. After Malachi gets the…
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…With another blur of movement, she was gone. The acrid scent lingered, a phantom reminder of her presence. Malachi lay on the floor, amidst the wreckage of his apartment and his body, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The clock on the wall read 2:17 AM. The pain was excruciating, a throbbing, searing agony that radiated from every inch of his being. But beneath the physical torment, a new, more profound terror had taken root. He had stumbled into a nightmare, and he had no idea how to wake up. He had messed with the wrong one, and now, his life was forfeit to her brutal, demonic justice. The promise of a call had become a death sentence, delivered nightly, at precisely 2 AM.