Slaving To Nightmares (Ryden Fanfiction)
The glass shards didn't seem to bother him, neither did the blood running down his arm. The knife on the wall looked nice up there, it looked like where he wanted to be. Up and above the rest. But no he can't be, he is probably the most worthless and useless person people claim he is. The torments in his head are taki...
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