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She knocked on the door lightly.... Once Twice....but nothing,no answer,no reaction nothing. She raised her hand to knock again but that never happened. A cold hand grabbed her wrist,spinning her around and slamming her lightly on the door.Her eyes were closed as if she was scared,was she?But she could still feel the hot breath hitting her face. "Open your eyes"a voice demanded,oh she knew that voice too well,she surely recognized it,but his voice sound colder,darker,more more frightening that any interview that she had ever heared on TV. She open her eyes and found herself face to face with the one who anyone feared."The monster"as they called him But she never believed that anyone could be a monster,she was too good to be true,a flower that was able to live in the middle of the desert. "Do you realise for who you will be working form now on?" She nod her head slowly "Tell me" "For Mr.Lorenzo"she whispered not able to trust her voice "Wrong angel wrong...you'll be working for the devil" They called him a Monster,a cold heart arrogant monster She called him her devil,her little devil They hated him,admired him But she loved him with all she had They called her a sweet innocent flower He called her his angel,his little angel They wanted her He had her all to himself
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