Hadasaphorus's mind was attacked, penetrated by the memory. He heard a demonic whisper. It was a comfy whisper, but that didn't make it any less scary. Like a surround sound system, it played. "Kill her. Kill the woman. Put her out of her misery. Look at her, she's in pain. End it. Do it."
For a moment, Hadasaphorus's mind was empty. Completely. He saw nothingness, felt nothingness, and was, completely physically and emotionally numb.
Then the images. Flashes of a first-person view of Hadasaphorus violently attacking a helpless woman on the ground flashed quickly in his mind. The visuals rapidly switched between darkness and the attack. It was almost seizure inducing. Meanwhile, Hadasaphorus allowed the blade to slither through her skin softly, like a butter knife to soft soap. And the soap, as well as poor 26-year-old Anna was cut and burned to death.
Hadasaphorus's body went limp and he fell to the ground.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" Noguest997 reached down to a collapsed Hadasaphorus, trying to grab his arm as he fell. He failed.
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Finding Meaning
Ficção GeralAfter millenia of not existing, a simple atom is given life.
