She walked back to her place, her blood covered clothes now dry and uncomfortable.she walks up to her door but a moment of hesitation occours....she opens it after a moment however. Tears begining to stream down her face, now mixing with the blood. She walks inside and looks for the shower, trauma fogging her thoughts making it hard to remember. She finds it after a moment and pauses, memories making her sob now. She starts the shower, her shaky hand having a bit of the blood rinse off as she feels the tempature of the water. The blood on her body- her own blood- had come from the many now visble scars on her body. She rinses herself off , shakingly looking around as if the same man who had done this to her would be back- but he wasnt- he was gone now and she knew it. She knew it, so why did it still scare her so much? She questioned herself as she got ready to soap her body, shivering as she rubbed her skin, as if the man was once again touching her. She stopped, hearing a tap on her bathroom window.
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Blood Stained Walls
Terroreliana roberts, the confused, tramatized, blood stained woman. she finally gets what she wants after a life of tourture from him, she could still feel his cold bloody fingers on her skin. it seemed things would be okay now....or would they?
