The girl was startled awake, to the feel of a cold metal along the inside of her wrist.
She found herself sitting- the stiff form of a chair chasing away the comfortable feeling of sleep.
She surveyed her surroundings, finding a metal contraption.
This metal contraption was attached to tubes, leading to her limbs.
Again, the girl was young, and so, instead of becoming frightened, she was in fact, curious.
There suddenly was a shout, before the sound of a door ripping open was thrown around the room. And that's when the fear hit her in the form of a cold wave of nausea.
The Puppet Master came into view, grinning wickedly before her eyes fell closed mechanically.
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Constantine
TerrorA short story that originally was to be a poem- some have called ...dark. Though I, on the other hand, like to see it as more of a, mm, different outlook on things. Was written for an assignment, to be made after the style of Edgar Allan Poe. My ins...
