They come at night when all is still.
As I lay silent, through my body comes a sudden chill.
I hear the whispers calling out my name.
Shadows creeping along the wall wanting to play a game.
Closer and closer they come to me.
They claw their way along my flesh just to watch me bleed.
They enter my mind and unravel my deepest sorrow.
Caught in this night, how I wish for the morrow.
I am frozen in terror as night slowly turns to day.
They retreat into the shadows and await the dark to once again come out and play.
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Nadia
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Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
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