My Writings: Under The Stained Hoodie – A short story

Wilson relaxed back in the sofa, straightening the crease in his premium leather coat, taking a sip of the drink lying on the table next to him. "I want you to kill me." "I'm sorry..?" Matt almost spit through his open jaw.. He had heard Wilson was an overly pampered super-celebrity with a twisted head, but there probably truly wasn't a limit to how much of one he could be.

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