my handcuffs felt like snakes, tightening around my wrists.

i felt as if the dust was slowly invading my lungs, darkening the fresh air I had left in my body.

i was never getting out of here.

never.

it was impossible...

i had been here... forever it seemed.

long enough to make my hair go past my thighs, and my legs to grow lanky and skinny.

my lips felt like a desert, and my eyes tried to cry, but were completely out of tears.

i ...

i could hardly even remember my name.

people called me fred...

but that's the only bit I could really remember.

it had just been that long.

"darling. are you tired of this yet? are you ready to surrender?"

a deep voice whisped through the crack in the door.

i could feel his presence. the smell of death, but hinted with roses, and other things that brought a nostalgia to my brain.

i had almost forgot why I was in here.

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"no... I'm not... I'm not going to b-be with you... you sack of deer shit...."

"hmm~. what a shame~"

the sultry voice hummed through the crack, that I longed to see past.

"just let me go.. please...i...I'm done...."

"no. you know there is only one way to get out of that smelly little room. and its one a single little word~"

"..."

my hands shook, making the chains clink together, as I stared down at my dirty grubby fingers.

"please, I just want to go home..."

"dearest. you have no home. you remember what I did, don't you ? or do you need another lesson-"

"no! no.... no...."

I struggled up, off the dirty floor, as a rat scurried in front of me, running from my movements.

i would run away from me too.

i was practically vibrating, my teeth chattered as I tried to speak.

"y-y-your a m-monster...."

"yes well, it isn't the first time i hear that, is it now darling?"

i moved my curly brown hair out of my face, feeling my face become wet from sweat, and maybe, for once after so many times, tears.

"please..."

" darling, you only have to say a little word. just one. cant you do that for me? for yourself?"

"....i....i..."

i looked around at the moldy hay littering the stone floor, which was my bed at the time.

"y....yes....."

" SPLENDID! I'll send for someone to get you immediately. i myself have matters to attend to. but be a good girl please. would you do that? for me~"

" shut u-up."

i remembered those girls, all in a circle , playing with that silly board, and...

and when i was alone the next week.

and the next.

and the next.

my house didn't feel like home after that.

i felt those blood red eyes pour into my soul , watching me, like a scientist to a small brown rat.

i remember the feeling... like death was choking me with both hands, and long lanky skeletal fingers, that were as cold as frostbite.

i remember seeing....him... everywhere i happened to turn, or every street i happened to cross.

who could've thought that it was all because of that silly wooden board, a mirror, four gullible girls, and a man... a man who's passion was only to kill and bathe in the blood he gathered.

if only i hadn't met those girls.

if i hadn't let them come over, i wouldn't be here.

people would still be living.

my family would still be walking on earth, instead of flying in the clouds.

maybe i would be in a better place too.

maybe where they were at now...