Evil At My Call.

Evil At My Call.

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You can hear us but cannot see us. You feel us coming but cannot touch us. I have one attacker 2 baiters. She strikes as one but never misses. Not a trace but a smell in the wind. You panic and you scream, Just fills her delight. She has no heart for she is dead. You dug up her bones, Deceived her will. Hurt her soul and body alike. Your time has come, you've taken your bows. The curtains are closing, The exits left,bhai But you go forward, wanting more praise. You cannot see her but she can see you. You cannot hurt her but she can kill you. She is mine and mine alone. You tried to rule her and she disobeyed. You cut her eyes and put her in chains. You cannot hide for shadows linger. You cannot run for shadows can fly. You cannot escape for she is you. You cannot escape your past. She will find, as will I. I rule her now. Your end is in sight. You have no light for you are darkness. You will fall just as you made her. She is evil at my call.
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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