Animos #8

OMG! Was that the front desk boy!’ screamed Dena, looking astonished. Before Frank could reply, or Mina could react, someone entered the room.
‘Well, well, well. What do we have here? A betraying father and a couple of curious Animos. What a nice meet.’ said Ben. His pokey hair standing on his head was sharp enough to burst a car tire.
The Animos backed.
‘There’s no way for you now, kids.’ He raised a big fat gun into the air and aimed at the girls. Dena screamed as he pressed the trigger. And before she knew she was falling…falling deep deep into a great feeling.

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