“To our right was another old brick exterior. Piles of the crumbled brick and debris lay on the ground below the wall. She pointed to the old structure and I moved in for a closer look. There was a small opening, too small for me to get through, but it looked just big enough for Angela to be able to squeeze through. “Here, let me help you in,” I said as I took her small soft hand and helped her up onto the crumbled brick pile and to the opening. I kept hold of her hand as she climbed into the op...ening and squeezed through the tight space. Before she was in all the way, I heard a noise from behind us and whirled towards it in reaction. I didn’t see anything, but I listened carefully as I scanned the dark space for movement. I felt a sudden sharp pain in the hand Angela was still holding. As I snapped my gaze back, I saw the blonde from the club holding my hand, only half of her body on my side of the wall. Her hand was covered in a black glove, tipped with shiny silver spikes which were partially embedded in my hand.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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