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“Ring around the silence, tied up nice and neat. A pocket full of fingers, snipped and cooked to eat. Ashes… ashes… We laugh as you go down...”
There is no saving us from the darkness that invades our souls.
“Ring around your heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, it beats too loud. Dark voices spin, round and round. A pocket full of blood and memories, buried where you sleep. Ashes… ashes…You’ll beg and scream without a sound for me.“
Tell me all your secrets, and your lies, little toy, it’s time to play with the monsters.
Where his brother Wren brings unhinged violence and pain, Bash, as he likes to remind me to call him, prefers to play psychological warfare with his victims.
Behind the walls of Wellard Asylum, we are all prisoners. Some of us just get the chance to leave, while others wait to die.
“Ring around your silence… A pocket full of screams… we’re coming for you, dolly... you’re already ours to eat.”
“I decide when, and if, you take your next breath, slut. I decide if you’ll be breathing after I’m done fucking this pretty, pink pussy. You belong to me now, broken dolly.”
My sweet, broken doctor dolly is quickly becoming an obsession for me, a craving I don’t want to live without, and that’s not good, well, at least not for her. None of my previous obsessions are still breathing.
Careful, Caterina. The monsters are watching, and they like what they see.
when I’m done with this broken, fragile woman, she will only pray at my altar.
Let this wretched place hear that your soaked pussy belongs to the demons that inhabit it.”
You enjoyed all of his depravity. You craved it like a drug addict about to be promised her next hit.
“What opens legs but isn’t a key, and likes it best when you beg, not plea? I’ll give you a hint, pretty porcelain doll, it rhymes with me.”
“I ask no questions, take no bribes, I house the screams and hide the knives. Enter once, and none may flee... I keep the secrets... wait and see.”
padded walls, creating a horrifying abstract painting.
Two cannibal serial killers have eaten away at my resolve, and murdered the person I thought I was before today. Lethal, both of them, ready and willing to tear me apart for their own amusement, and I walked right into this trap, a willing victim.
“I don’t know how to love something I want to ruin.”
She will be my nourishment when my soul is battered, and my mind is filled with doubt.
“I drink your warmth, I wear your skin, guess me right, or I crawl in.”
“Pretty puppet, made of skin, cracked a smile, let me in. Strings all snapped, she tried to run, but cutting limbs is half the fun. Snip-snap arms, twisty legs, hang her high on butcher pegs. Paint her lips with crimson red, tell her to hush, or lose her head. Pretty puppet, cry no more, you were broken long before. One more stitch, and you’ll be mine, my broken doll, my sweetest crime.”
