Everything hurts.
Why does everything hurt?
I feel like I'm being clawed at.
It doesn't feel good at all.
This pain I feel doesn't make sense.
It's complicated, much more harsher than what I already feel.
I don't like this.
You gasped as you started to open your eyes.
You looked around, everything seemed to link with an eerie vibe.
At the time, you panicked as you didn't know where you were.
This isn't good.
You didn't quite feel good either, the opposite really.
You felt like a sick child that needs their medicine.
You weren't a child.
Footsteps start to make your way, may I add, more than one.
They almost seem in all together, but you knew better than that.
Many questions started to fill your head.
Who are they?
Why am I hurting like I am now?
Where even am I?
Is this even okay?
Of course you knew this wasn't okay.
That's a useless question to even ask.
The door opened up, the mist of fog started to appear in the room.
You flinched back a little, but you still maintained a strong look.
You could only see the outlines of the figures, just a bit of their faces.
Your eyes glint in excitement as you tilt your head.
One of the figures had done the same, he looked straight back at you.
You tried to crawl your way towards him, but before even making a move, you hand jerked.
You were tied down, you still had your handcuffs on.
You narrowed your eyes down at your hands.
They were neatly placed on your lap.
"Take them off, shall we?" A more spiritual voice had spoken.
It seemed very familiar to you.
Very familiar..
Another figure walked up to you, he held a key that must have been for your hands.
You exhaled in relief as you rubbed your wrist, as the handcuffs were too tight on them.
Your vision was still quite blurry and it also didn't help that the lights were off.
"S-So un-unique.." A male slowly walked up to you, lifting your chin up to admire your face.
You groaned as you received a big storm of headaches.
You pulled your head away from one of the male's grip, falling onto the floor from the bed you were on.
"Be careful, mere mortal. I'm afraid you have to join us now.." You could feel shivers running down your back as you felt chills in your veins.
"Unless you want to die." You could almost hear the grin in his voice.
You nodded as you coughed out a fit, feeling somethings been clogged up in your throat.
The harsh coughs wouldn't stop.
That is until you coughed out what they wanted..
Your blood.
You coughed piles of it, you weren't sure if this was healthy.
Your skin turning pale, your (Eye Color) eyes dull from color.
You weren't supposed to do this.
Mother said-
"How strange, you are..." The deep voice laughed out in chaotic charms.
"Toby, Masky, help her with that problem of hers. Hoody, get her some fresh clothes, those bloody rags won't do shit."
This wasn't supposed to happen..
You stared at the floor as felt yourself being lifted up.
"She's n-not so he-heavy now, hu-huh?" One slurred out.
"Shut it, Tic freak." The man that was carrying you gently placed you on the cold bed again.
The blood has stopped rising a minute ago, which is good.
Is it really though?
Your wrapped your arms around your stomach as the uncomfortable cycle of pain begins again.
Mother said you'd play nice..
Mother said you wouldn't hurt me anymore..
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I know what you did to Mother.
