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WARNING:gore
ᓚᘏᗢ - The dream I just had was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. But I must admit I enjoyed the horror I unlieshed.
In my dream, I found myself in a house that felt eerily familiar, the walls whispering secrets of the past. As I made my way down the hallway towards the room at the end, a sense of dread crept over me, chilling me to the bone.
I pushed open the door, the hinges groaning in protest as it swung open slowly. What I saw inside made my blood run cold. There, lying on the bed, were my boyfriend and my best friend, sleeping peacefully, their faces inches apart. I stood frozen in shock, unable to comprehend the betrayal unfolding before my eyes.
I was enraged, I demanded to know what was going on. My boyfriend's explanation only fueled the rage burning within me. He confessed his love for my best friend, declaring that he had never loved me and never would. As my friend taunted me with her naked body, a sense of betrayal and hurt consumed me.
This little girl walked in, her confused gaze on the couple. She turned tome with wondering eyes, as I sweetly asked her to wait with the others.
My anger turned to madness as I locked the door and proceeded to unleash a gruesome act of vengeance. With a cold and steady hand, I tore their bodies apart, their screams echoing through the house. The sickening sound of flesh being torn and bones breaking filled the room, but I felt no remorse, only a twisted sense of satisfaction.
Using their remains, I baked pies in a macabre ritual, a haunting melody escaping my lips as I worked. The smell of freshly baked pastries mingled with the metallic scent of blood, creating a sickening symphony that filled the air.
With a chilling calmness, I carried the pies to the dinner where a group of children awaited me. As I served them the gruesome pies, their innocent faces lit up with gratitude, unaware of the horrors that lay within.
They thanked me with smiles, blissfully, not seeing the darkness that dwelled with me.
And as they devoured the tainted treats, I watched with a twisted sense of satisfaction, knowing that my revenge had been served cold.
Yum ( 'ཀ' )
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
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