Hilda (previously titled "Death Cafe"

Hilda (previously titled "Death Cafe"

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You know, waking up in a freezer filled with corpses is not my idea of a good morning. Or night. I can't tell what time it is. ------------------------ When Hilda and her sister like companion get kidnapped on a roadtrip across country, they would have expected a greedy man who wanted some well you know, or a psychopath who was just bored. They would have never guessed that they would be 'volunteered' as waitresses in a cannibalistic restaurant. As they plan their escape, they find that the dead meat suits in the freezer were the least darkest thing about the entire situation. What they find out may either help them in the end, or doom them entirely..... *cover is temporary for the picture is not mine. I eventually do want to commission an artist, but that will be a little in the future 🥰
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I squeezed my way through the abundant number of people, trying to get to the exit. I bumped into a lot of shoulders, until I found an opening. As soon as the door was in my sight, I heard Jessie calling out my name. Her voice grabbed my attention, and I briskly turned around. I knocked right into a tall figure, causing me to lose my balance and fall. All the people dancing blocked my vision so I couldn't grab onto anything to prevent myself from falling. My arms met the hardwood floor as I tried to catch myself, sending a shock of pain through my arms. "Forgive me ma'am." Someone said while extending an arm down to me. "It's fine. No harm was-" ✰ Status: FInished NOTE*** This story contains mental illness and suicidal themes. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION! ***and mild cussing My grammar probably sucks I researched thoroughly on bpd to portray Damien's character correctly but I'm sorry if it's not accurate. I in no way meant for the portrayal of someone with a borderline personality disorder to be represented wrong or only seen from stereotypes. ★ Best Rankings ★ Assault- #1 Borderlinepersonalitydisorder- #1 Bpd- #8 Captive- #44 Selfharmawareness- #55 Darklove- #57 Mentalillness- #81 Copyright © 2020

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