Smoke lingers on my nose. Worsening my recently deviled headache, I peek upward at the screaming images of people being dragged.
What, what the hell? I cough lowly, pinning my eyes, liquid crawls down my blushed skin whilst I peek upward again...
Woolly creatures slamming their bones, pinning their shit into my head, seeking revenge on those who betrayed them, and then that voice...
The voice I thought I killed, haunts me with every step I'm being dragged. A gloomy room joins our dusty corner; I shutter in moans battling in their hairy palms. No, this can't be happening; I can't be back here... "No, l-let me go,"
I desperately echo for help, their pressure numbs my wrist, my feet drag behind me.
The dragging stops along with my silent exhaling in whining... "You thought this was over, you thought you killed me?" I whinge loud from the chains pressuring my wrist and ankles, squeezing all known life out of it.
His shadow shivers before me; his intense laughing stings in my ears, his brown eyes follow my every movement, as if he is seeking a reward.
He bends before me, his breathing clams my damp skin, his violet finger glides over my skin whilst he chuckle sickly at me.
I peer at his sickening grin... "But you didn't,
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