Two of a Kind - CynthiaSusan
Cynthia stares up at the bright blue sky, the sun casting a warm glow onto her face. The peaceful atmosphere, a drastic contrast to the sinking feeling in her gut. Ten seconds more is all she had, then it would be back to the basement. She stares at the stopwatch counting down its final few seconds, three, two, one. Josue walks out to Cynthia, grabbing her arm roughly and dragging her back inside his house. Cynthia didn't mind though, whatever he did to her was fine. They were two of a kind.
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