Disability ❇︎ MYG

Blind

I am blind.

My world is filled with utter darkness.

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I was silently resting until the sound of loud shuffling broke my train of thought. His familiar footsteps interrupted my daydream; he's back.

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"You must be hungry." that husky deep voice that I had grown so accustomed to was soaked with care.

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I can still recall the day this mysterious man saved me from the black market. Gun in hand, with bullets promptly puncturing the filthy old man that was holding onto my neck. This told me that I was now safe from the claws of those rich rotten humans. He held my fatigued body with his sturdy yet mellow arms, "I'll take you home." he had said to me with his luring, rich and resonant voice.

I pledged to never forget that moment; his existence will forever be engraved in my mind.

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He approached me at a leisurely pace, his hand tenderly caressing my porcelain cheeks.

"Yoongi, I'm hungry." I croaked; my voice hoarse from the lack of speech.

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My sensitive ears caught the sound of skin ripping under a keen blade, the metallic sweet smell of blood caused my mouth to water. Hunger gnawed at my sanity, and I desperately wanted to climb over this glass tank and lap up his delicate blood.

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The syrupy crimson liquid dripped onto my forked tongue. I savored each drop he bestowed unto me. My stomach was finally satisfied as I let out a content moan.

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"There you go, my lovely." his dulcet tone sent shivers down my spine.

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I sunk back into the icy water, letting the clear liquid wash away the leftover blood that tinted my lips.

I could imagine the bright red fading until it had become one with the water.