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Just like trees. They don't feel anything at all, and they are okay with it because they never experienced anything emoti

h my skin. The waves surging inside wanted to break through, and so I had to let it. I had to pick up the blade and drag it across myself and see the blood ooze out o

n I am. So my thighs seemed to be the better canvas for the ar

t in front of my eyes, especially my memories. The only source of light in the corner of the r

r, I didn't want to see the black veils of the bed to which I was tied to

since the ropes that bound me to the tall bedposts made it impossible for me to move at all. He was no fool. He left me alone in this room, but he never let

of the dark corners of the room with dead eyes staring at me, asking me why I n

ld see my mothe

he dim light shining from the pair of small flower shaped light holders with only th

hich was clothed in a black nightdress and

mes I would wake up with a full stomach with no such memory of consuming anything but my te

rst, I would blink and shake my head slowly to get over the blinding flashes while groggily tugging at the ropes then finally,

any weeks it took me to get used to it, but ultimately I did. Every time he comes

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hes my stares with an undecipherable emotion I never understood. Only silence prevailed in between us. Someti