Its a terror unlike any other I have ever felt before. A silent, anxious fear that slowly grows and lurks within the corners of your mind. Always there. Always waiting. Ready to pounce at any moment for the slightest chance of bloodshed.
It clutches my heart with a grip that has the ability to squeeze the life out with a misstep or falter on my part. Controlling, manipulative and toxic, I remain at the every will of this demonic monster inside of me. My freedom, will power, actions, thoughts and emotions are never mine alone. The horror takes pleasure in reminding me of such things.
With a voice as sweet as honey and as smooth as syrup it whispers as if it was a broken record terrible things in my ears. The planted words form thoughts that were only meant to harm and generate a repeated stabbing pain to pick up a blade and slide it along the soft flesh of my skin.
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Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
