I stare through the windows of my soul.

Blood flies, bodies fall, I try to look away, but I can’t.

Locked inside my own body. Unable to control my own actions. Forced to watch it all unfold.

A passenger.

A prisoner.

If I could kill myself I would, just to stop the slaughter this monster carries out.

This monster is me.

I’ve been locked in a cage.

He shows his victim the knife.

“NO!!” I scream.

He doesn’t hesitate. A slash across the throat, a geyser of blood. I record every detail.

I beg for Hell. It has to be better than this. This is agony to the power of misery.

My only respite is when he sleeps. That’s whe...

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