She looked so peaceful, in death. You didn't mean to, but she just wouldn't stop crying. Already you crave for another, it has only been an hour since you killed her, but already you crave. You crave for their screams, their whimpering and begging you to stop. You crave the fear that enters their eyes as they realize that they have been tricked. Lately, though you crave for something more, you crave for their love, you want them to beg for you and not to stop. You want a doll to play with, you want someone to care for you. You stalk the streets hoping to find such a doll. There, you gasp, there is a perfect doll, she enters your mind. She will not leave you alone, she begins to plague you. You yearn for her, finally, you can't take it anymore. While she works, you pretend to be a customer at her cafe, then you follow her to her car. That is when you take her, she screams and kicks, but you can't let her go. You've come so far, you want, no you need to have her. You take her home, but she cries and screams, she won't be quiet. You didn't mean to, but she just wouldn't stop.
Anyway uh.... so that was fun. :)
j.h.
j.h.
1 comment:
Chilling. So different from your other voice. Nice diversity. Good job. Were you inspired by a photograph?
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