Her Protectors
He locked the doors and
shuttered the windows,
it came in through the roof,
or down the chimney,
he wasn't sure. All he
knew was his demons
had found him, alone
and vulnerable. No
strength could fight
them, no words could
discourage. He was at
their mercy. They
moved quickly, surrounding
the little girl he had
stolen, attacking him
on every front, at every
turn. He had no
choice but to run.
They may have been his
demons, but they
were her protectors.
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