"Can you hear it? The seconds go bye as you waste your life? Strangled by a love for friends and disregard for common humanity? Do you hear the clock ticking away?" The voice stopped briefly. I could hardly move, but the scent in the room caused me to gag. The smell of cat urine and mildew filled the air. I had something over my head. I couldn't tell exactly what, I could tell that it had a zipper, only for the fact it had been zipped and I could feel it tugging my hair. The only sound in the room during this pause. Was that of a grandfather clock. "You see... I can't stand pig fucks like you. Walking around, acting like they're better than everyone." at that moment, a sharp pain burst in my shoulder, though I could hardly move enough to flinch. "You can't treat everyone like shit and expect to be allowed to keep going." My eyes widened and I attempted to scream as I felt something hit my leg. At first I felt shocked. Not hurt, but that quickly started to change when I heard whoever it was around me mutter "Dammit, it didn't go all the way through." right after hearing this, I felt my leg being tugged on and pain enveloped my thoughts at this point I had managed to attempt to yell, only getting out sounds as pleasant and scratching a chalk board. I finally moved enough to pull the bag off my head in an adrenaline based shock. Upon tearing off the bag, I found my eyes, staring back at me. "No one can can tear you apart like I can." I saw, myself. In some kind of room I've never seen, surrounded by tools, and weapons. And my severed leg tossed to the ground, beside a table. The room was lit well enough that I could see everything, but it wasn't bright. I was starting to freak out over the loss of my appendage when I caught the other me grinning "Don't worry I'm not gonna let you bleed out... I'm going to cut and cut away until even I forget who you are. But I'll make sure I burn shut all the wounds. Can't have you having an early death can we?"





So, sorry if these stories are boring guys. I'm just lacking any inspiration lately and don't really know what to write. But hopefully they are somewhat enjoyed.

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