Erf Eudaimon

!!!NSFW!!!TRIGGER WARNING!!!DEEPLY DISTURBING!!!
She feels the pattern before she sees it-
the smiles, the order, the precision of every moment around her.
None of it is accidental.
None of it lets her breathe.
They are preparing her for something.
She never asked for it.
They move when she moves.
They wait when she hesitates.
Every kindness feels like a cage being built around her bones.
She does not know what they are.
Doors opening.
Lights dimming.
Strangers waiting for her steps like choreography.
She can feel the shape of something closing in-
patient, precise, and mercilessly certain.
They adjust.
They notice.
They wait.
And every day, the world feels less like hers.
Whatever is coming for her,
is already here.
Is it really a better place? This world?
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Welcome to my second book, my dudes. Suggestions open, as always.
Mwahahahahaha
I. J. Dreadful