Sharp Things

My wrist has a rhythm, a gentle yet persistent pulse as the injured nerve endings cry out in unison. Terror fills the veins, the blood, the severed tissue. Layer by layer as the wispy fibers that allow your skin to be an ironclad wall begin to quiver. Trembling, the echo of steel gnashes and gnarls... Continue Reading →

The Caged One

"Her cries begged for an acknowledgement, not a Savior. Someone to bear witness, to understand her circumstance. I am no Savior, but that little I can provide."

Void

"Considering my lineage, I am genetically designed to endure way more than what I've done so far, so lets shift this bitch into maximum overdrive."

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