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Control Is The Instinct We Create (Official)

Control Is The Instinct We Create (Official)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Nov 6, 2017
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"Where am I?" she ponders before the searing pain pierced her skull like a million needles. She screams in sheer agony before she gets small flashbacks from the last time she was awake, three days ago. She sees herself in all that pain of her bones cracking and shifting in the odd most of forms. She had been so confused, and she still was. She came back to reality and jolted out of what she now finds herself in. "Oh. My. God!" she breathes out heavily as she is still shaking and dripping of sweat. "Thank goodness that was only a nightmare!" Addekay whispers loudly. But... What if it was never a nightmare... But a mere figment of her reality to come?
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COMPLETED. A tear slides down my cheek and my assaulter stands upright again, sending me a smirk as he wipes the tear away. His canines are splattered with scarlet blood -my blood- and when I touch the place he bit me with my finger, it comes back covered in red. "I'll see you soon, Cami. You'll see, things will only be more exciting from here." He turns his back to me to walk away but suddenly stops, turning his head back to me. "Has your sister mentioned me at all?" My mouth falls open and no sound comes out so he just shakes his head with a laugh. "Ah... she likes to keep me a secret. Until the next, Camilla..." And with that, he is gone right before my eyes. It's as if the bubble pops because when I close my eyes and open them again, the halls are completely empty and I'm panting against the wall. I bring my hand to the bite on my neck. Nothing. It comes back clean. A terrified sigh escapes my lips and I slide down the wall, staring into emptiness. °°°° Copyright All Rights Reserved@2016 Sophia Kjeldbjerg

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