Desires: The contract

Desires: The contract

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''I always felt different, left out from all the people. I had a dream, a vision that shattered in peaces in just one second. The memorable day, the day carved in my memories, brain and heart never stopped hurting me -causing me pain. I met a person, a guy with short dark jet black hair and blue eyes, like ice. His face mesmerizing, body seemed hard as stone. His face complexions were almost perfect -too perfect. That day he changed me, he entered me into another world, a world of games and desires.''
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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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