She turned to run but lurking in the darkness smiling was the angler who stepped forward awkwardly. “Kyle you’re hear!” “My name is Miya, I’m not Kyle! Please let me go!” “I will let you go on one condition: you must agree to send someone to this place to be a sacrifice.” No prob
Miya never thought in all of her life that she would be dragging her boyfriend down into this dark hallway. He'd hit her too many times to count. "What is this all about, Miya?" He touched her lower back, she smacked his hand. "Enough." She waited for the angler. 'For kyle' . . .
Miya's boyfriend smirked. "Who's Kyle?" Miya rolled her eyes and ignored him when the Angler came. Miya's boyfriend shrieked as he was stabbed through the heart by the sharp spike. Miya's eyes widened and she threw up at the sight of her abusive boyfriend's blood splashing.
For some reason Kyle is her boyfriend, but it didn't matter now as he was eviscerated. Miya realized the power her mind wielded, "this can't be true," she thought. So she made a list to test it out. She smiled when she thought of her next victim...
The cold dark night was dank with afternoon rain that had past by just before the moon came out. Drips from the sides of the rooftops formed puddles in the alleyway. The village drunk stumbled out onto the sidewalk. Then Miya emerged from the shadows. The angler was using her!
Miya sat on the roof & slid a KitKat onto the hook. She dropped the line into the alley & waited. And waited. Then—a nibble! She pulled on her rod & reeled in her prey. The Angler was dangling from the line, thrashing about like a snared cougar. "You're mine, Angler!" Miya cried.