aTacoShell
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- Parts 16
He towered over me, lips curled back into a snarl. I scooted backwards until my back hit a hard, cold brick wall. He slowly walked towards me, locking his eyes with mine. "You only do what I tell you." His dark, menacing voice echoed through the dark room.
I frantically looked left and right, searching for an escape from the nightmare that never seemed to end.
Suddenly, my eyes locked on a small vent against the wall. Just big enough for me to crawl through and just small enough so Dark couldn't get through.
I had to find Mark, but I couldn't do it while Dark and his companions were still alive. I had to get rid of them. I had to kill them. But was I really a murderer? Was I really up to killing a demon, much bigger and stronger than me?
Yes. For Mark, of coarse I was.
The sudden power I felt was overwhelming. It felt like I was ready to go on a murder spree. And I was, and it was gonna be fun.
🚨WARNING🚨
-swearing
-depression/depression thoughts
-smut?? (probably not though)