Sordid deeds

Sordid deeds

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Her unwavering gaze was fixated on the colour changing night lamp, the only source of light in the dark, gloomy night. Its colour changed from blue to yellow to green to red and the cycle continued. She couldn't sleep. Although her body was drained and exhausted, something, some powerful force kept her from closing her already droopy eyes. Suddenly a wave of madness struck her. The blank expression of her eyes was abruptly replaced by an incomprehensible determination. She looked tortured and demonic at the same time. She looked possessed. Too dangerous for her own vulnerable self. The sinister voice which didn't even belong to her took control of her body. Yet again she had lost to him. She took dainty steps towards the cricket bat, that lay under the table. Her hands wrapped around the cane handle as she held it. 'Pain' was the only word she uttered before she started hitting herself with the brutality of a fierce animal. The bat pierced her skin, it may have even caused damage to her bones, but she didn't care. She needed to feel it, the excruciating, searing pain that shot through her body. It might have been her hands but it was certainly his accord. Each blow on her skin resembled the intensity of his merciless attacks. She stopped after she was sure her body was completely battered and bloodies. A feeling of relief engulfed her as she felt the sinister voice going somewhere far, far yet near. Yet again she had managed to survive another day in this cruel world. Now that the routine was completed she could sleep. Without worrying about him inflicting pain on her while she was asleep. A feeling of peace washed over her. Slowly she got up and rested on the bed and drifted off to sleep. Peace, she said. But what she didn't know was Even graveyards are peaceful.
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