Martina Marie: 1 book

Their laughter grows louder, Their little feet patter. Don't make them angry Or your world will shatter. There's no where to go. Chills run down your spine. No where to run, And no where to hide. To them it's a game, And you're the next pawn. Play it correctly, You'll make it till dawn. One mistake And it all ends. Don't mess up. Or you'll meet their friend.