He sank his jaws deep into her skin, and slashed her flesh apart, admiring and rejoicing at all the gore surrounding him. The screams, the stark and utter horror enriched him. Her guts splattered in the floor, the dirt tainted red, it was all so appetizing to him, and so he licked the blood off his hands and consumed all within his reach.
“I’m done here”, it echoed from tree to tree.
And he stood up, his shirt stained in red, his nails the color of wine, lying shirtless admiring the night sky.
“Mary if we don’t leave now...Mary give me the other half of the key. If you don’t, we will be next”, I whispered frantically.
“Mary, give it to me.”
No response. Mary left to a place far, far, away.
“Give me the key”, I urged. “Give me the god-damn key!”
The words ruptured like an explosion at the tip of my tongue. They echoed from here to there.
“Mary is gone.”
I heard a whisper. It’s all in my mind.
“Is this the key your precious Mary held?” he asked, mocking my sanity with his snickering, “Come get it little one”.
The tone of his voice changed from high to low; there was so much instability in him as in the rest of his macabre world.
“I need to escape this. I need to go back”, I cried silently from within the shadows. “This is not who I am, this is not my world.”
“No matter how low you cry, I will always hear you, I will always see you, I will always feel you, I live within you”, he laughed maniacally, drowning me in his words, sinking his cold jaws deep into my mind, destroying all hope for my sanity.
It’s all within my head. I fight these battles day to day. It never ends, the outcome never changes. He haunts me at night. His sick presence I feel as he lies beside my bed, touching my skin with his dirty hands, laughing like a beast at the sight of my fear and horror. All I wanted was the other half of the key, and that half he will never yield. For it holds my sanity, but also his life.
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