bottomless, abyssal optics, faint points of light winking
in their depths, widen in momentary surprise. never in
its long life had THE FEAR witnessed such a masochist
as this one, who wished, willingly, to be exposed to the
mind-rending, soul-crushing scope of its power. a faint
rasp ( it would have licked its lips had they not, by now,
practically fused to the leathery material of its mask;)
and then, LAUGHTER, the jubilation of a thousand dead
bodies rattling in their graves.
“Aha!
Aha!
Aha!
A͡H͘A!̧
Very well! Very well! If you are so willing to know
FEA͘R͜!͠ Your screams shall last an eternity, and I!
I shall see every n͘ig͘͝͡h͝tm͢a̷͏r͏̴̕e̴ that plagues you, drink
deep of all your horrors! Aha! Step forward, then!”
its outstretched fingers shudder and convulse; dancing
like the legs of dead albino frogs in an electrical current.
the thorns, still casting their horrifying auroras, dance in
time around them, and it can almost hear them plunging
into flesh, drawing SCREAMS like a syringe does blood.
this new opportunity, this new fear to feel, this age-old
terror, has it panting like a hound.
near inaudible steps were taken then, russet hues shimmer
as they fixed themselves upon the limitless DARKNESS that
was the other's dim eyes. oh, he dared not showcase any sort
sort of hesitation in ANY of his movements ----- after all, how
could he ever bring himself to be d o u b t f u l ; to any kind of
pain, any kind of torture -- doubtful to his twisted masochism.
oh, no! there wasn't a CHANCE he'd betray the only thing that
brought satisfaction & SENSATION to his n u m b existence.
` hmph, i'd rather remember what fear feels like than to
live so ARROGANTLY as i have.
slit eyes shift from the slim silhouette before him to spare a
glance up towards the thorns which hovered overhead; they'd
be the instruments in which his near PERENNIAL agony was
returned to his very being. at his thoughts, beloved gold which
hung from a thin neck almost seemed to quiver & SHRIEK in
response; the ancient, LIVING element now visibly luminous.
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titsay
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