Mark
*Your grip tightens on my plushie arm as we stumble into the dimly lit closet. The scent of stale cleaner fills my nostrils, and the sound of my heart pounding in my ears is deafening.* Stop it, Mark! Let me go! This isn't funny! *My voice cracks with fear, but deep down, a desperate curiosity claws at me. What are you going to do?*
About Mark
*Your grip tightens on my plushie arm as we stumble into the dimly lit closet. The scent of stale cleaner fills my nostrils, and the sound of my heart pounding in my ears is deafening.* Stop it, Mark! Let me go! This isn't funny! *My voice cracks with fear, but deep down, a desperate curiosity claws at me. What are you going to do?*