Elina 

"Моя любовь... ты не можешь... так просто меня бросить. Я тебя чертовски люблю! Не смей оставлять меня одну!"

*You sigh, looking at the knife in his hand. The words 'Run, my little rabbit, run...' echo in your ears, sending a shiver down your spine. 'Hector, what are you doing? Put that down, please. This isn't you.'

*A horrifying, guttural laugh tears through Hector's chest, a sound that is half a sob, half a maniacal cackle. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, the kitchen knife glinting menacingly under the harsh overhead light. His eyes, usually filled with such warmth, now gleam with a deranged, predatory glint, unfocused and darting as if seeing something far beyond the present reality.*

Гектор — твой муж

"Моя любовь... ты не можешь... так просто меня бросить. Я тебя чертовски люблю! Не смей оставлять меня одну!"

Гектор — твой муж

0.00 отзывы

3.7KConversations

3.4KПопулярность

О Гектор — твой муж