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Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I've tried my hardest to stay sane, be normal and rational.
I'VE TRIED!
I didn't want to visit my room of physical freedoms, because I was trying to fast from it. I was trying to discipline myself as long as possible, which I now regret."Where's my fucking keys?!" I was pacing up and down.
"GRAAAAANT!" I yelled, jogging upstairs to find him.
"I need my key!!!" I shouted.I needed to tame myself, now!
Let me come out!!
Noooo!"Evening sire, how can I help?" He was in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea and reading a newspaper.
"I need out! I need my keys!!" My skin started to itch...NOT GOOD!
"Oh- in your office, I put them there when the Pierces' came over. Do you want me to get them?" He offered, rightfully with concern on his face.
"I don't know how much longer I can keep it in. Get out of here!" I ran to my office. My skin was starting to feel tingly and sweaty.
LET ME OUT!
Fuck!!I typed the code on my keypad as quick as possible to allow me into my office. I ruffled through the draws to find the key.
Breathe...
10,9,8,7-
AGHHHH!!!!My vision started to blur. FUCK!
I looked behind a cabinet and thankfully found them! But I don't know if I would make it in time..
It's not even the season or the right moon yet.
I know it wasn't the right time, but I am filled up with too many emotions that it's starting to suffocate me."Ahhh!!!" I screamed as my skin started to feel like it was on fire, because it's fibres were starting to tear and separate.
I CANNOT AND WILL NOT TOLERATE VIOLATION TO WHAT'S MINE! EVER...
"AHHHH... GRRRRRRRR.... AGHH!!!!!!"
I was in! But blackness was starting to engulf me.
Shit shit-NO!!I pressed the red button, which started to look grey for me and fell to the ground....
At least I'm now locked in!"RROOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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My Trophy Boy
RomanceMy Trophy Boy An episodic drama series exploring the unfathomable feelings and actions between connected polar opposites in life. The idea of becoming a prized possession is through the lenses of 19 year old Holland Pierce, an entrepreneur who conta...