Moments later a teenage girl with red hair was awkwardly walking in the room. Her face looked pale and as if she had just seen a ghost. She sat at a desk near the man's stale blood. The sight of blood didn't seem to worry her, but when the loud man turned his head to a diagonal and looked at her she almost seemed to cringe. With that same worried look on her face she slowly turned in her seat and blankly stared at the wall. She was becoming one of them. The soulless sacks of tick blood. The kind of thing that if left sitting for too long starts to rot. Mentally and physically, until it's too late.
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Hollow soul
Horror"The room was empty and filled with hollow faces." Men, children, women all different yet all the same. All searching for a purpose and all looking for control. That's the word that everybody overlooks. CONTROL. Such a simple word yet such a powerfu...
