Day 30: Call my name

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"Ink..."

Ink gasped for air, hyperventilating in terror as something crashed just missing his limping broken form as he fled.

"Oh Ink, don't run," the voice laughed.

Ink fled around some trees, his Ink-marrow dripping heavily in the dark of the night.

"Ink Ink Ink Ink," the voice chanted.

"Leave me alone!" Ink begged, his voice raspy the pain of bone bruises very real around his neck.

"But your mine Inky, there is no escape," the voice laughed.

Tears slipped down Inks face, as another try to portal or teleport failed.

"Ink Ink Ink... you tears are lovely," the voice purred.

"No..." Ink cried as his wrist was grabbed, and grabbed hard.

"Yes," Dream smirked, his golden gaze maddened, unnatural fangs in his mouth.

A Scream followed.

Then silence...

Drip Drip Drip

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