Did You Miss Me?

Did You Miss Me?

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Two friends who met at birth, torn by a secret that ripped them apart. Each going through their own painful consequences. Will they live to speak again? One, a failed experiment doomed forever with an insatiable lust for death. For his being to glitch when ever he feels strong emotions. Will he be torn to shreds by a single boy? The other, a terrifying beast with relations to powerful beings. Fighting for his life, feeling forever a slave to the "superior" race. Can he be contained forever, or will the lust for love help him escape?
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(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?

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