The Voice
A storm is raging within my mind, teetering on insanity and a heart that is kind.
Do I chase my nightmares that choose my victims fate, or do I bind my lust for violence before it It is too late? The voice, it tells me to seek those who have appeal, to bind them securely and bend them to my will. At night I lie hidden in the darkness of a keep, then sneak into my victims’ room and stir them from their sleep. I wish that I could stop this madness before it before it takes its toll, for the numbers continue climbing as I step into my role. Do not judge me harshly for I know not what I do. The voices lead my actions and now I come for you.
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