(Just a random one, don't have to read the others.)
All she would do every night is created dolls of me. They were beautiful dolls. She would rip their heads off and do something disgusted to them. Did she hate me that much?
I saw her kiss one of the dolls, and I was surprised. While she was away, I broke in, and realized that it was a doll of Erica. A flashlight shone on me, and I turned around. She had an evil grin on her face. The lasst thing I could hear was my own scream. Did she hate me that much?
"Mystic....You stabbed me..." She laughed sinister like. "Outside I may be angrey....But inside....I'm more twisted then you think..." I then realized that she had stripped my clothes off and chained me to the wall. "Would you like to see?" Did she hate me that much?
She held me tightly, digging her nails into my back. I moaned in pain as her nails were leaving trails of blood down my back. She was truley twisted. Her kisses down my neck turned from pleasure to pain as she sunk her teeth into my neck. Again, I moaned in pain. She began to moan with pleasure. I understood that she disliked me, but did she like to hurt me? Did she hate me that much?
My eyes cracked open on a floor of her basement. It was like a morgue. We were both stripped down to our undergarmets, he was on top of me, and I was going to de of bloodloss. I found chain marks all over my body, and I found four new stab marks. Even while she was asleep, her nails continue to cut me. I could smell the scent of blood circling me. My hair went from black as night to blood red. My lungs ceased to draw air. My heart began to stop beating. The last thing I heard was Mystic's breath, inhaling and exhaling onto my neck.
Did she me that much?
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