This Isn’t Love, This Isn’t Me…
NOTE: This excerpt deals with physical and mental abuse. Advisory warning.
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I can feel him inside of me. Moving and slithering his way. Not just physically but mentally as well. Nathaniel’s putrid hate fills me, burning me from within. Clouts cock in my mouth suffocates my soul. Their combined malice threatens to drown me here and now.
The unidentified feeling curls and twists trying to find a way into my soul. It attacks the bleeding exposed section it merrily snacked on earlier. Its brushing caress leaves behind new bleeding wounds, this feeling is relentless.
Razor sharp hooks of barbed wire lash out finding new footholds in my sanity. This happy little vine constricts my very mind threatening to take everything away from me.