Dark. It was always dark in my place. The floors were that smooth cold stuff, the same as the walls and the celling’s. I could stand in my place. Walk the fifteen steps even to get across the floor in both directions, as I grew it took less and less steps to cross my place. I didn’t like that. It took eighteen to go in the diagonal directions. It was different from the other lengths of my room. I didn’t like that. So I didn’t walk diagonally.
That was my place.
But now it's not.
Things change but the past remains.
And i will have my blood red revenge.
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Bred in Captivity
HorrorMy world revolved around those small long bags of the Red. I would get them. If I was calm. If I didn’t use my thoughts. If I let them do things to me. If I didn’t fight my restraints. If I stayed in my place and didn’t try and escape. i was hungry...
