I Put A Spell On You (IPASOY)

I Put A Spell On You (IPASOY)

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The room was darkly lit by several black candles; on the floor in the middle of the room a magic seal had been drawn, big enough for a mysterious leather bound book and a bowl with oil burning in it, casting shadows on the walls. In the middle of the room a cloak-clad female was chanting silently, following the steps described precisely. Her voice was full of hate and despise for the intended person. It was supposed to be a lovespell originally, but with all her malice the spell would no doubt turn rotten, not what it was intended when it was created so long ago. The woman took out a picture of a young athletic male; a very attractive man with a handsome smile. She held his photo over the fire with glee, burning it together with a strand of his hair. Next she picked up a piece of paper with only the word “MEN” written on it and she burned it in the same fashion. Well aware of the consequences – though entirely unaware of the person who was watching her through the crack in the door – she finished chanting and watched it all burn out into ashes, ending the ritual with a drop of blood as offering. The wind slammed her windows open, blowing out the candles along with the fire, and then it was all dark. All that could be heard was her malicious laughter.
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Alone. Naked. Cold. Covered in blood that is just as likely to be mine as someone else's. I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I'm running from. All I get are flashes, snippets of dark shadows, sneering faces. Pain always follows these nightmares, these memories. I was found, taken in, but I have no way of knowing if I only escaped the frying pan just to jump into the fire. I don't understand these people, these wolves. They don't understand me, either. Our words mean nothing to each other, they're no more than sounds. We use gestures, facial expressions, body language like the beasts we seem to be. I can only pray these beasts are not the same ones I'm running from. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Ice" #3 in "Werecat" #18 in "Loss" #19 in "Neko"

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