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5. The World – Nightmare There was always something sick in his eyes. Something diseased and rabid, like a creature of the night waiting to be unleashed. You were fascinated by it. He was your best friend. But you never really knew what he was capable of. A dark flower, was what he was. A broken devil with the face of an angel. The night is closing in and with it the fear. You know that he’s coming for you. The night is thrumming with evil and you can feel his presence. Suddenly he is in bed with you and you stiffen. His hands are clammy when they shove themselves inside of your underwear. You can’t move, even when you try. The tears keep trailing down your face, etching in the hopelessness in your face. His hot, putrid breath hits your ear. The lips grace it and the mockery of a laugh ghosts into your ear. “Let me show you a world shining with light,” he whispers. “Shining with torment; a brand new world: HELL!” |
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