Fear Me
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Last published Fri, Sep 7, 2018
'Monster!' The word rings in my head over and over. My sanity, gone. With one word, I lose it. I yearn to feel them tremble in fear as I slowly torture them. 'Kill them! Kill them! Kill them all!' The malicious demon within me screams. I want to make all of them suffer, slowly killing them. Dragging them down to Hell with me after death. I slowly gain enough sanity to come to a decision. I'll slowly kill their mental state, just enough so they are neither insane nor sane. I'll make them feel the same pain I feel.
I long to see them beg me for mercy. To think that they used to look down apon me. Well let's see the one looking down soon them as they beg ME for mercy. ME! The person they called names, abused and blackmailed. To think that I was the person they spit apon. The one who was more useless and disgusting than the trash under their feet. They shall fear me!
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