Tell me when this chaos is over
This car is moving too fast
I can't tell where I am
I can't see through this motion
The road only twists and turns sharply
And my tires screech and smoke
My mind is growing numb
Waiting for a hopeless holy day to come
This wheel I am sitting behind belongs to a hearse
And from the corner of my eye I can spot a casket
Along with my heart wrapped inside a basket
I was petrified.
I couldn't tell if it was because I was forced into this sick game or the fact that the feeling wasn't half bad.
I stood there, looking at the God forbidden knife in my hand. It couldn't be. I couldn't be falling into this madness. It is so wrong. It's-
"Satisfying. Pleasuring. Fulfilling. Ah, my dear friend, those are all of the feelings you are supposed to be going through. In fact. I felt those same exact emotions when it was my first time....Give or take that it wasn't just a blob with no breath."
He spoke the words slowly, letting each one sink into my brain with its own dagger.
I drop the knife to this, it burning my hand so severely I couldn't hold the Devils work any longer.
His eyes watch as the knife falls into the liquid mess on the table before me. They watch as the red engulfs the edge of the blade. I look to my hand, feeling the screeching heat, but I see no mark. I gulp, bending my fingers to remind me it is only my thoughts that bring in these feelings. It was scary, really. How my own mind can convince and trick me into believing my skin was melting from my palm. That fires were tearing my flesh away from my bones and turning it to ashes.
"Why would you resist a feeling that you betray as good?"
His eyes were still on the knife as he said this. The question caught me off guard and I wasn't about to answer.
"Your body has found a way to relieve its pain...Yet...You deny the pleasures. Why?"
His voice was chilling. Cold enough to extinguish the flames raging under my skin. But he didn't look confused. In fact, he looked like he already knew the answer.
"It's wrong."
It was all I could draw myself to say.
"Wrong? Yes. But tell me something, Miss (Y/L/N), if this is wrong why does it feel so right?"
He was looking at me now. Since when did he become my teacher?
"I-...A lot of wrong things in this sick and twisted world can feel right through the devils temptation."
"I see..."
He slowly begins to make a lap around me, moving in such a slow pace I thought he was in slow motion. I could only hear the sound of his shoes hitting the floor.
"You want to stand on the holy side. The side with God and his goodness. You want to live in the heavens."
"I never said- I....It's morals. Morals tell people what is right and wrong. No matter how 'pleasurable' something might be."
"Morals...You shouldn't care about morals. In the end, what will morals really achieve for your own pleasures?"
"I-..Excuse me?"
I stumbled with my own words. They fell out of my mouth before they could even produce sound.
He looks me over a moment. I stand there in silence a moment, biting my tongue.
YOU ARE READING
Call Me Insane (Wilford Warfstache X Reader)
Fanfiction•DISCONTINUED• He was a strange boy. I knew him in school, yet I could never find a way to talk to him. One day when his best friend was sick he sat down next to me at lunch. It wasn't much, just an exchange of hello's. Then, after that, I didn't se...
