The Collector

The Collector

“Do you think he’s gone?’

“Be quiet. I don’t know.”

“The screaming stopped at least.”

“She’s probably dead. There was a lot of blood.”

“I hope he doesn’t find us. You think he’ll look in here?”

“How should I know? But, please stop touching me.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not touching you.”

“Then who… uuuhhh…”

“Daren? Darren? What’s wrong?”

“Darren can’t talk right now. He’s dead.”

“What? No! Shit! No! The door won’t open! Please don’t kill me! Why are you doing this?”

“If you’re quiet and sit still, I won’t kill you. I only want your eyes.”

“My eyes? What do you mean? I don’t understand!”

“They’re such a pretty blue. I need them for my collection. Now sit still.”


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