FIXATION , 固定

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ta beauté durera une éternité;
pour une fois j'ai fini tu ne
seras jamais oublié.

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down in the hell he was put into; a deep and dark pit of despair, the cries and screams that escaped his sore and burnt throat were unheard by everyone as he was drained and used for reasons for which he couldn't comprehend. reasons that pleased a man that wasn't human in the beginning; a man that was consumed by himself, his inner demons, and the things he had been put through in time of childhood.
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the insanity that resided in that mansion; in that museum, was driving him mad in his full entirety, his mind mixing reality and hallucination together as he could no longer beg and plead, his tongue hardly even there as he had previously shallowed his own blood, choking and spitting it all over himself. the man holding him there could no longer stand his remarks; his words, yet he would always go on about how beautiful he was, and how he loved his voice after the fact he wasn't able to speak.
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he spoke about how even though he couldn't hear him he could understand him through his eyes, simply remembering the voice of the younger that could never be heard again, only letting himself hear the things he wanted to, using his inability to speak as he'd continuously take advantage of him. even during this and even after everything his eyes had been opened to, all he could do was whimper and bask in the realization that he would never see the light of day again.
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all he could ever see now was his blood; paintings of himself, remnants of who he was before the dread, and the smirking face of the man that only thought of him as a work of art that held no emotion or life; but only the submission of a doll that never had a soul and was only created for one sole purpose. he was simply a mannequin, a empty shell of a body that served nothing worth of human life, nor worth the space even he had been put into now, dirty and unclean.
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he never knew when he would escape, or if he ever would but what he did know; laying there naked and bruised, his body littered with filth and humiliation, he knew that the memory of that man would forever be carved within him. once he was carved within the broken mind of the man he once was there would be no scar, but instead a gaping wound filled with the memories for which would never leave him.
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there was no room for scars; for there was only room for that piece of him that would never leave, a new piece that only drove him farther from the man he used to be. for now the male was never himself again; but rather, a new and worse insanity was born within him. a madness that would forever leave its mark on the soul that would never be able to heal; the soul of a new man with new demons that cowered inside of him.
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revenge simply tasted so sweet; his demons satisfied as blood laid amongst his hands, littered across his face as it dripped slowly from his chin, a smile spreading from ear to ear with an irate and sinister intent.
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he'd killed, and by the way god had damned him for the sin he had committed he no longer felt remorse nor regret, for now all he experienced was content as he felt whole with yet another pleasure he could now understand in its true form, colors of grotesque lust blinding the eyes of himself that were once clear.

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