My throat burned, my eyes sore, and my heart racing, after being captured maybe about an hour ago, but I already lost the will to fight, and being in an unknown completely dark place doesn’t help my anxiety.
Guilt ate at me, I lost hope, and I hated myself for that, I hated myself with a passion, not only was I a fat blob, I’m lazy, disgusting, ugly, ad useless, cause if I was perfect, beautiful, and fit, I wouldn’t be here right now, wallowing in my self pity, and definitely not a victim to a crazy serial killer.
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Hours later of self loathing, they came back, their footsteps alerting me, ‘hello again, I hope you had a good nap, because… it's time for some fun, so much fun,” they said breathlessly, grabbing a hold of my neck with cold bare hands, so easy to strangle me to death.
