Existential

"Purpose. Do I have one? Is it possible I'm one of the few who was cursed by a lack of one?"

Doldrums

My wrist has a rhythm, a gentle but 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 stell gnashes and gnarls... Continue Reading →

Sticky

"I cut all my hair off shortly after that to punish her, but that meant there were no more strands to pull."

The Host

"But her name is Lauren. We call it our slave name, and nobody has permission to call us by that name. Not a single one of you."

A Presence

There are others in here. I can feel them. Sometimes I can catch one of them talking in the background, and I know it isn't me. When I pay attention, they stay quiet. They don't want me to know that they are there. Well jokes on you assholes, I know you exist. Not that it... Continue Reading →

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