The Metaphor

The Metaphor

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My body was shivering with my hands shaking at the sight of the gnarly "beast". With its death-defying look in its eyes, it had the power to take over the universe. As I stood before it, I tried my best to look as if I was brave, but in all reality, I thought I was going to pee myself. The beast disgusted me with its pleasure to "kill". I looked away trying to hold back my tears of fear, but I couldn't help but stare back at him once more.
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Alice

Warning: What you're about to read is not what you think it is so get your head out of the gutter and stop think that way, YOU SICK LIL FREAK! *cute smile and voice* thank you ^-^ A bolt of pain shot through my body. I could feel myself wanting to twitch and yank away but I force myself not to. Tears fell from my eyes, without really my command. A few seconds later, a wave of pleasure shot all over. This was something I couldn’t enjoy. I wanted so badly to touch him but I promise I wouldn’t move. I don’t know what was worst. The pain or the fact that I can’t touch him. Either way, they were both killing me. How much longer will it be until the torture ends?

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