She screamed. It wasn't human. Not anymore...Now it was other.
Reduced to a basic instinct. Knowing nothing but a pitless hunger...An endless suffering.
It wore a human face, or atleast, what was left of one that had once been so familiar to her.
Everyday that passed it's features rotted away a little more.
The smell was sickening and filled the air with death.
As it Moved like a Marinette towards her.. she prayed someone would cut its strings and let the doll lie. She should have put creature where it belonged. Back into the soil.
Was this what you looked like when someone took your soul? She wondered, did they feel anything? Was thier anything left inside them that was still human?
The face spoke, hissed out and dark. "I can smell you".
It craved what it didn't have, but what it wanted most was to be human again.
When they ate they stopped rotting...that's what she'd learned. But it was at a terrible price.
For awhile she had kept one in the basement. Every day she fed it rats until the one-day, it was well enough and spoke.
"I want to be whole again," it had said to her.
She should have been greatful for the silence.
