RANDOM-ISM.

as she ascend the steps leading to her apartment, she visualised her imaginary stalker appearing before her, with a sadistic glee and a gun, a rope or a sharp blade in his hand. she pictured her small, puny self trapped in between him and his accomplices behind her, all ready to grab her and knock her out so she'll fall and get lost in an eternity of darkness..


parfume.. the strong scent of moonflower brought back her conciousness as she lay, helpless, with all of her limbs tied to each post of the four-posted bed. she tried to let out some sort of sound, only to discover it muffled by the piece of cloth covering her mouth. then, she felt the sharpness of a blade running down the side of her face and she turned, only to face that stalker that she had feared from the very beginning. and in an instant, he thrusted the blade through her left cheek, her jaw, and her right cheek and pulled it back out and licked the blood off the side of the blade..


ahh.. she wishes.. she desires.. she wants.. she needs it to happen to her. hallucination. her one-player game.

posted by Myz @ 6:58 PM