Rock bottom keeps getting deeper.
―You‘re pathetic,‖ he would say, ―look at you. Ugly
The shrouded figure paced my room, his eyes locked onto mine.He was old and frail, with pale white skin, which looked war-torn andaged. A black, torn cloak draped over his physique, complete with ahood, which camouflaged his face. His body was skeletal.
I was lying in my bed, paralyzed. The figure‘s eyes ran over me,
judging every little detail, searching for flaws across every inch of myfemale body.
―James may call you beautiful, but he‘s only trying to man
you, sweetheart. Oh, how easy it is for him to bed you. You‘re just a
broken soul who gives her body away, t
errified of being alone.‖
He approached the bed and leaned over me. He neared his head,ever so slowly,
creeping forward until our faces met. The figure‘s icy
cold breath brushed against my cheeks, and it smelled of death. His eyeswere a flushed red, and his nose hairs were overgrown. He had a classic
witch‘s nose; it was long and narrow, with a prominent lump on the