My body hurts.
Aches.
I don't want this.
Bruises cover my back.
I fear for another attack.
Scars are on my arms.
I feel like livestock on a farm.
Don't pull my hair.
I'm afraid it'll tear.
Don't hit my stomach.
I know vomit will suck.
My mouth is acidic.
My body is sick.
My head is spinning.
My mind is dying.
Please, just let me be.
Let me heal.
Let me see.
Let me feel.
But you're done with me.
You always leave.
I'll see you tomorrow
For the beating to follow.
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(MOVED) Hymns of Damnation
Short StoryCOMPLETED With red eyes and white skin, The Ghostly Prince lives. Born of darkness and hardly with a soul. His victims' bodies take a toll. With killer instinct, only a beast can love His hands that have sent many above. The wolf and master de...
