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demonshauntingthedoves · 7 months

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𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒌𝒋𝒊𝒏

Hiraeth : Yandere!seokjin x female reader (@wildestdreamsblog )

Mold a Pretty Lie : YandereProfessor!jin x undergrad!female reader (@blog-name-idk )

Fools Paradise : YandereStranger!jin x pregnant reader (@min-hoax )

Price of Prejudice : YandereLord!jin x femal reader (@girlmeetsliv3)

Mercy : YandereKing!seokjin x maid female reader (@raggaraddy)

Obsidian Pearl : YandereMerman!seokjin x female reader (@angelicyoongie )

Ringmaster : YandereRingmaster!jin x female reader (@koosbabygrl)

Closed Curtains : YandereDirector!jin x rookie actress female reader (@angellgguk )

Sit, still look pretty; : YandereHusband!jin x wife reader (@aajjks )

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏

Let the Villain Win : YandereWriter!namjoon x female (@lemonjoonah)

Persephone : YandereMafia!namjoon x female reader (@deepdarkdelights )

Baby Fever : YandereIdol!namjoon x female reader (@wildestdreamsblog)

𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊

Latibule : YandereMafia!yoongi x female reader (@wildestdreamsblog)

Angel's Mask : YandereMafia!yoongi x female leader (@min-hoax )

Daisy : YandereTeacher!yoongi x female reader (@cosmostae )

𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒌

Runaway : YandereVampire!hoseok x female reader (@raggaraddy)

Forbidden Fruit : Yandere!hoseok x fem reader (@deepdarkdelights)

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏

Little Mouse : YandereBully!jimin x chubby brazilian female reader (@thvlouvre )

Porcelain : YandereDollseller!jimin x female reader (@deepdarkdelights)

The Scent Of The Flower : YandereStepdad!jimin x female reader (@cosmostae)

Defiant Affairs : YandereStepbro x female reader (@yandere-society)

From Afar : YandereTeacher!jimin x female reader (@min-hoax )

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈

Open : YandereBully!taehyung x stalker-ish female reader (@euphoricfilter )

Strawberries : Yandere!taehyung x female reader (@cosmostae )

Cut : YandereActor!taehyung x female actor reader (@deepdarkdelights)

𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌

POLARITY : YandereBestfriend'sbf!jungkook x female reader (@darkestcorners )

DARKNETS : YandereHacker!jungkook x female reader (@darkestcorners )

Bloody Love : YandereKing!jungkook x female reader (@hongjoongscafe)

Hangman : Yandere!jungkook x female reader (@aft3rhrs)

The Deepest Marks of Essence : YandereTribeleader!jungkook x female reader (@lleldey)

The Crimson Shell : YandereMermaid!jungkook x female reader (@angelicyoongie )

Obsesión : YandereRugbyplayer!jungkook x hispanic latina reporter female reader (@thvlouvre )

Raven : YandereCultleader!jungkook x female reader (@darkestcorners )

I'm not human at all : Yandere!jungkook x female reader (@silv3rswirls)

Velvet Heart : YandereIdol! jungkook x female reader (@bonny-kookoo )

LESSON I : YandereTeacher!jungkook x bully student fem reader (@redsaurrce )

Companionship : Yandere!jungkook x female reader (@aft3rhrs)

Bunny koo : Yanderebunnyhybrid!jungkook x owner fem reader (@aajjks )

Your eyes tell : YandereTwin!jungkook x female reader (@angellgguk )

Brother Knows Best : YandereStepbro!jungkook x female reader (@cosmostae)

Angel : Yandere!jungkook x female reader (@silv3rswirls)

You Are My Crown : YanderePrince!jungkook x female reader (@redsaurrce)

Silver blades : YanderePrince!jungkook x fem reader (@jooniyah )

Scream, baby : Yanderebf!jungkook x female reader (@aajjks )

Nuisance : YandereStepbro!jungkook x female reader (@min-hoax )

Devil's Child : YandereStepbro!jungkook x female reader (@cosmostae )

Crush : YandereSimp!jungkook x barista fem reader (@aajjks )

Heartstrings : YandereNerd!jungkook x fem reader (@cosmostae )

#yandere bts #bts recs #darkfiction #bts fanfiction #yandere seokjin #yandere yoongi #yandere namjoon #yandere jungkook #yandere v #yandere hoseok #yandere jimin #dark bts #darkbtsfics #bts #angst bts

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daringdoombringer · 10 months

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It is with my pleasure to announce that “Of Flesh And Metal” is done! Got the idea for this out of the blue and somehow whipped this up in a week JGDJGD anyways please go read it I’m very proud of it

#skylanders #skylanders superchargers #high volt skylanders #high volt #wattpad writer #wattpad horror #horror writing #Grimdark #creepypasta #darkfiction

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svilleg6 · 17 days

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Campfire Horror Stories 2 - Rusty Rick (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1436550349-campfire-horror-stories-2-rusty-rick?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Svilleg6 Experience spine-tingling adventures that take you beyond reality and into the depths of the unknown and the terrifying.

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helmort · 3 months

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⭐ 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 (Friday Tale)

Once upon a moonlit evening, in a forgotten nook of a European hamlet, there wandered a forlorn and nameless child. The shadows, as nebulous caretakers in lieu of parents, had nurtured this solitary soul, drifting through a realm of abandonment and yearning for a love never known. Destiny took a peculiar turn when the child chanced upon a map of treasures, graced with the emblem of a solemn iron cross. The pursuit of this cryptic path led the youngster to a desolate dwelling, where echoes of days long past whispered through the timeworn walls.

Within the aged abode, the child encountered a shadow, cast upon the wall like an arcane puppet. It took the form of a sagacious black wolf, its eyes ablaze in a crimson glow, a creature of mystique and wisdom.

This ethereal being spun tales of fortitude and kinship, urging the child to embrace the latent wolf within and metamorphose into a valiant hero. Convinced that the key to liberation from loneliness lay in proving his prowess, the child, accompanied by other nameless, wayward comrades, heeded the wolf's counsel. Together, they set forth on a quest, targeting those who held stars in higher regard than crosses, committing a grisly act culminating in the dismemberment of their final victim and the consumption of his lifeblood. This sinister rite triggered a ghastly transformation, turning the child and companions into wolves—no longer humans but creatures of fur, fang, and primal instincts. Forever bound to servitude under the shadowy wolf's commands, they became creatures ensnared in a predatory existence.

Their days unfolded in a lamentable cycle of solitude, shunned by all who refused to utter a word to them. The once-human pack continued their predatory pursuits, hunting down those who cherished stars. Yet, an ominous shift in the tides of justice transpired one fateful day. A cadre of hunters, sanctioned by the law, intervened. They pursued, captured, and imprisoned the child-wolves behind a sealed door within a desolate abyss. Confined within the unforgiving cage, they faced an eternity of solitary penance, their unheard howls reverberating in the caverns of isolation.

Humanity, forever haunted, would remember them as a tragic aberration, a mournful tale etched in the annals of their collective memory.

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celestialsister0918 · 7 months

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A quick little (dark) short story I wrote for a fest. Haven’t written much in Harry Potter lately, but I wanted to challenge myself. AO3= celestialsister0918 Snape x Sirius pairing. Heed warnings/tags. 🖤

#fanfiction #gary oldman #alan rickman #sirius x snape #sirius x severus #Azkaban #darkfiction #inspiredbyPoe #fic fest #halloween #dead dove fic

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freemints30 · 11 months

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Book blog posts

So yeah Ive decided to more focus on creating this book series and treat this whole thing more as an accountability blog. To post all updates and shit I have. But like.. still nsfw and not safe for life. Consider this book series a smutty look at trauma. ALl coming from a very personal place Featuring my comfort OC Loukas and his dealing with crushes, boys being born as hideous creature.. you know good stuff . When he was 20 compared to the planned Vn when he’s 30 CW- Self harm scars

My boy. My loves. So will be a while so consider everday would be me talking about my ocs. Sp if you got any questions hit me up. Please note this blog and this series is strictly 18+ and deals with alot of sex and alot of very triggering themes. Its my coping and your enjoyment

#oc #character sheet #bookblog #novel blog #darkfiction #art #queer writers #artists on tumblr #my artwrok #orginal work #my sweet horrible boy

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bookology · 2 years

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Currently reading: Fen by Daisy Johnson #daisyjohnson #fen #darkacademia #fairytaleretelling #darkfiction #literaryfiction #igreads https://www.instagram.com/p/CjN0jq_oeIX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#daisyjohnson #fen #darkacademia #fairytaleretelling #darkfiction #literaryfiction #igreads

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mothdm · 2 years

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YAHIMA

https://therecordingheart.tumblr.com/

#therecordingheart #midjourney #ai #midjourneyai #darkfiction

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demonshauntingthedoves · 4 months

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Rotten

Pairing : Alcoholic/drugaddict Jungkook x female reader

Summary : Jungkook wiped the thick tears on her cheeks while his own slid down. The blood. It wasn't just blood, it was the life you both had created and he had destroyed just moments ago. He had overdone it all. In the daze of anger and alcohol. He had fucked up, he knew. It was your birthday and he had given you his rotten gift.

Warning : Unhealthy Angst, Violence, Physical abuse, slapping, kicking, cursing, arguing, mention of alcohol and drugs, drug abuse, no smut but very slight tension, they have a baby, implied miscarriage, implied killing, Jungkook is insane but tad bit emotional at the end.

WordCount : 2139

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It was starkly dark, the room was unlit except for the faint glow of the television which casted across the room.

The colours from the screen flickered over your glistening eyes, lashes droopy, deprived of sleep. You rubbed your eyelids with the back of your hand, smearing more of your mascara.

You sat there on the pathetic couch. Your face seemed solemn but you were anything but.

You were enraged.

Absolutely enraged

The only thing that refrained your nerves from bursting was the little baby tucked on your lap. You stroked her little hair as she blithely slept after fisting on your milk. She was the only thing that kept you sane at this point. So you kept her close instead of putting her in the crib.

You sighed heavily, shoulders slumping down making the thin strap of your camisole dangle down your shoulder blade.

Your eyes darted around, falling on the round dining table at the other end of the drawing room. Faint light fell on the tulips, gloom casting on the poor blooms. The candles remained unlit, their purpose and your hopes of having a special candle light dinner going in wane. The food was untouched, by now, cold and covered and so was the cake you had baked with so much love. If this could not depict your ruined dinner, then you didn't know what could.

It was your birthday and you had planned everything down to the last detail. It was a very special evening. You wanted everything to be perfect for the little celebration. You had adorned your babygirl in a cute black dress much similar to your shimmery one and then you had waited in utter excitement and anticipation.

Awaited for your husband's arrival so that you could finally celebrate together.

Waited for Jungkook.

Yet, as the time ticked away, your previous eagerness simmered. Before you knew it, the clock had struck two and Jungkook still hadn’t returned home.Your special day was gone, leaving no souvenirs except the hopelessness grating your insides.

You didn't worry, didn't panic because you were very much aware where he would be. Not like he worked late office hours, he didn't. He didn't need to work in the first place, simply because his parents stuffed his back pockets well. He was a spoiled son. Absolutely rotten. So much that you knew he would be rotting in some high class club, completely and utterly wasted, to remember your birthday or even remember you.

Devastatingly or not, you knew that he didn't care. He didn't care that it was your special day, didn't think it was worth enough to not forget. And you knew he’d forget, so the prior day, you had reminded him, begged him to be present at least this one night and still he wasn't. You were a fool to think he’d prioritize you over his addiction.

You had called and texted him too but they were unanswered, finally your patience had run out and you had thrown your phone and thrown your dress off too.

Anger dripped from your heart. Sad tears stuck to the tip of your lashes. You had never felt so betrayed and you had never welcomed the urge to confront someone as much as you did now.

You neither ate nor slept. Iseul didn't go to sleep either, busy mingling with her toys and engrossed in the drama that played on tv and waiting for her father too. It was later, you decided to put her to sleep when her head nodded off a few times. You resisted to fall asleep, not before the fury of frustration burning in you was extinguished.

You were so done with him, you had always brushed off his mistakes but not this time, you were determined to confront him, even if it made your heart gnawed with unsettling feelings.

It was 13 past 3 when you heard the rustling of keys and door opening. The unpleasant smell of alcohol diffused in air as his dark frame walked in. He just stood there like a black shadow. Instead of questioning him the very moment, you just glared at him as he began to saunter around the room, not sparing you a single glance. Here you were yearning for an explanation, for some sort of apology while he didn't even intend to acknowledge you.

Your eyes stung and throat burned, yet you remained silent, quietly observing him, hearing the jarring of drawers being open and closed in haste, as he rummaged through each of them. Coal black locks tousled and fell all over his face, making him look more grotesque.You clutched the remote and increased the volume, to blur the noises he was making.

He murmured something and you heard it but didn't respond. He murmured again, louder and deeper this time turning his head to you, so he did notice you.

“ I said switch it off “

Why should you though?

You ignored him, glaring at the screen, finding it more interesting than listening to him.You tried not to flinch when he moved closer and bent, snatching the remote and shutting it off before throwing the remote back on the couch.

You silently gasped at his audacity, agitated beyond, you gently laid Iseul down and shifted to get the remote back, stubbornly switching on the tv.

You’d push his buttons too, like he was pushing yours.

In the periphery, you saw him swirl to you, felt his sharp eyes bore into you and next thing you knew the screen blackened. Seems like he ripped the cables off.

You blinked, blinded by the darkness, clutched the arm of the couch. Couldn't look but felt him loom closer. Gulped the tension, gulped the scream when he yanked you up to him. You winced at the feel of his cold rings digging into your skin. His face hovered over yours. Your nostrils grimaced at the heavy smell of liquor and sweat. The fact that he could stand without stumbling, even after being so intoxicated was beyond you.

“Why didn't you put her in the crib?” He rasped, voice sending chills, spurring goosebumps down your body.

“ Coming home at 3, reeking full of alcohol, you see it's you who needs to give an explanation, not me.” you hissed with exhausting anger, you hissed again when cold fingers cupped your chin, tightening and squishing your cheeks.

“Don't talk to me like that, you know I hate it.” Jungkook spat in his drunkenness, clearly on the brink of losing patience.

“ And I hate it too when you do this, you knew it was a special day, but still you fucked it up.” Your eyes glistened, beyond frustrated, fed up with him and his gall to argue with you instead of apologizing straight away, he wasn't regretful at all.

“ I said I fucking hate it when you talk like that.” He gritted lowly, heaving and sniffing, hands trembling with rage.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, squirming and tripping in your movements but he tugged your face even closer. You stilled when you felt his nose and lips brush yours, fire stirring within you, he thought that you’d let him have his way with you after spoiling your night.

He had to be depraved to think that.

With all your might, you jerked his hand away, making him steer behind. You circled and turned the lamp on, you needed to take Iseul to another room before Jungkook did something rash.

Your hands were about to reach for her but instead retreated towards your hair, which were harshly pulled, wrenched from your scalp, you let out an ugly cry, it was painstaking.

Jungkook harshly whirled you to face him, tattooed fingers clutching your neck in a merciless choke hold. You saw nothing except white dots in your vision due to the strangled throat and agonizing hold on your hair.

“You fucking bitch. You hid my MD, didn't you? You knew I would look for it so you purposely hid it. Fucking give it to me or I swear-” Jungkook gurgled words out, struggling to handle his restlessness.

“I don't- I don't know about it. Leave me.” You whisper shouted at him, gripping his hands that held your throat and hair.

It was just minutes before he returned from the club and he already wanted to indulge in more substance abuse.

Fucking addict.

And over that, Jeon Jungkook had sunglasses on, that too in the middle of the night. How could he see through the shades in so much dark?

Intolerable piece of shit.

You were insufferably annoyed. Even though your knees were trembling from exhaustion and fear, you kept your stand.

“You bastard, you think I'll touch your filth. You’re crazy, really. And wearing those fucking glasses-”

You tried to remove those, trying to swat them off his eyes, ended up doing it with more force. It looked like you slapped him, barely though.

When his eyes met yours, you clearly saw that he had taken the offense. You froze.

“You hit me.”

His breath grew shallower, jaw clenched, deranged eyes piercing through yours dreading ones.

“How dare you fucking hit me?”

He swung his hand and slapped you hard, tugged at your hair with another hand and dragged you and swirled you to throw you in the other corner of the room, which had to be where the dining table was, you gasped in pain when your abdomen hit the side of the table, tears springing in your eyes. You clutched the spot which hurt and fell on your weak knees.

A choked sob escaped your lips as you tried to scramble further in the corner. But a strike came again, when Jungkook got to you. He wasn't done. The slap was far more harsh and hurting, making your ears ring, making your head whip in the direction of the floor.

He wasn't done.

“I told you I hate it when you talk to me like like that, question me like my fucking father.” he growled and kicked your cowering stomach. Ones, twice, thrice and you were out. Unconscious.

He panted heavily looking at your almost dead figure but his mind occupied only one thing. Needed to get it, rushed to take his next dose before he went insane. He searched everywhere, even looked around the stupidly decorated diner. Found a little wrapped thing beautifully sitting on the table, ripped it open with trembling fingers in anticipation, felt his heart beating.

Felt his heart stop.

All adrenal rush disappeared.

All the haze diminished.

In his hand was a little device, the two thin lines gnawing at him.

He turned to stare at your disheveled face, tried to resist the urge to look down there, tried to pretend that it wasn't something his rotten head was assuming.

But the faint blotch of blood on your unclothed inner thigh said it all.

What had he done?

Jungkook felt nauseous, not the kind one feels during sickness but the kind when one feels like dying.

He had drowned. Sunken himself willingly. He was already engulfed in guilt and it would never leave him.

You would never forgive him.

Jungkook flinched hearing the wails of little Iseul. Her nighttime fuss. He quickly reached to cradle her in his jittery arms, swaying her a bit. Iseul was bawling uncontrollably, asking for her mother, as if she knew something bad had happened to her mother.

Jungkook robotically walked towards the table and sat down with Iseual. His back to your lying body. Didn't let the child look your way. He wouldn't be able to contain more guilt. If there was even a tinge of sweetness in Jungkook’s rotten heart, it went for his daughter. He didn't want her to witness the remains of his recklessness. Not even in her babyhood.

Because she would also hate him.

Jungkook wiped the thick tears on her cheeks while his own slid down. The blood. It wasn't just blood, it was the life you both had created and he had destroyed just moments ago. He had overdone it all. In the daze of anger and alcohol. He had fucked up.

Jungkook pathetically reached to open the lids covering food dumbly trying to find something for Iseul to eat. More tears shed down as he found himself looking at the cake. It was your birthday.

And he had given you his gift.

His rotten gift.

Which you’ll always remember in your darkest miseries.

And he will too.

He killed his own unborn child, didn't he?

A/N: Oh my fish! I can't believe I wrote something so dark and rotten on the second day of new year. My brain poops bad sometimes.

Well…it's very very unhealthy angst, I do know. I hope you like this deranged piece of my work. Let me know what you guys feel about it. (🫣)

Please do Like, Comment and Reblog.

#yandere bts #btsyandere #darkfiction #dark bts #bts fanfiction #angst bts #yandere jungkook #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook #alcoholic jungkook #yandere jeon jungkook #bts fanfic #bts imagines

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shortstories2024 · 15 days

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Campfire Horror: Lost in he Woods (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/366504253-campfire-horror-lost-in-he-woods?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Svilleg6 Campfire Horror Get ready to experience a spine-chilling selection of horror stories that cover a wide range of camping themes. From encounters with the supernatural to psychological torment, each tale promises to scare you. Crafted from the most horrifying nightmares, they say it's both unsettling and eerie. Between reality and nightmare, be prepared for a thrilling ride. From cursed cabins to encountering restless spirits by the shore. Horror Stories You Won't Forget

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svilleg6 · 15 days

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nathangardner-thealterego · 20 days

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For a Second, I Loved Him

Warning, this story is kinda f-ed up and this isn't even the whole thing yet. Just be warned.

For only a second, I loved him.

Standing in front of him like that, knife seconds from impaling through my chest, he may have thought otherwise.

This was confirmed when he happily kissed me, muttering how he knew I loved him from the start.

Maybe, for those few seconds, I loved him. A tad bit longer perhaps, for when he kicked me back and thrusted the blade into his chest, a minute of tears and confusion followed me.

For a minute, I had loved him.

But perhaps the time when he had protected me, from his colleagues brandishing their lighted cigarettes and drawn pistols, it was a lot more than a minute that I had felt a strange feeling in the bottom of my chest. This feeling was familiar, one I had felt when he gave me books and gifts for no apparent reason.

Perhaps for about an hour, I had loved him.

No, this is a curse, for the man is the one that hurt me, harmed me, who took my mother and I into a world of even more despair, more pain than before.

But then again, this is not entirely true, for each day I would come to a sudden realization that he is the one who put a roof over our heads, and food in our stomachs. He took to caring for my mother as if it were his own, and caring for me as if I were an angel.

With all the times I have felt this feeling, not hatred or anger towards him, for about a day or two, I had loved him.

What is love? I don’t think I can tell the difference between love of the past and present. If I were in the arms of my dearest would I be able to tell it apart from the times I was in his? Perhaps the love I felt for him was different back then than it was now.

No, I had felt a feeling much stronger than now, a whirlwind of confusion, trauma, and maybe even love.

Perhaps for a week, no two weeks, maybe even three weeks I have loved him.

But what about the times he would offer his love and compassion to me? When he asked me if I loved him, I never answered. I barely said a word and yet he was willing to sell his soul to the Devil himself if it were for me. No, there was no denying he loved me, even if it hurt me. Even if he hurt me, his love for me hurt me.

A month, I had loved him.

Now I have nothing but doubt when it comes to how I feel. I have buried my true emotions deep within me for years, letting only slivers of them come out so I could provide my new family and my dearest with the love and care they so desperately request of me. My emotions seem worthless to me, and I begin to feel nothing at all.

Perhaps that is it, I have felt nothing for him. Not a month, nor week, not a day or hour, not a minute or even a split second have I felt the need to care for him, to love him.

No, this is a lie.

Sitting in my thoughts I remember everything. Every detail.

I remember his rough, yet gentle skin. His hair was an odd color, dyeing it in his youth and never bothering to do it again, even as the light pinkish color began to sprout from the jet black nest of hair. He usually had a bandage on his forehead, from when he was injured in an attack.

Every detail, from the small scar on his lip, to the way he smelt somewhat sweet all the time, even the way he tasted. He was always warm for some reason.

I could tell you every single thing there is about him. Every single thing there was.

It’s all gone now.

He’s gone.

They tell me he can’t hurt me anymore. The police cleared the house a few months ago, and I ended up receiving one of the pictures of the crime scene.

One of me and my mother.

For some reason, I wished for one of him.

I didn’t ask for a picture of him. A picture of my kidnapper, my abuser, my rapist. I couldn’t tell anyone anything about him other than who he worked for, and the business he was involved in.

Cause deep down, I had loved him.

For a second. And a minute. An hour, or a few days or weeks.

No, I loved him.

I love him.

But I couldn’t tell them that. I couldn’t.

And now that the light is gone, the people who once said they cared having to leave me in the dark once again, all that is left is the memories of those who once loved me.

Who once were living.

Even though my thoughts recall my mother, or my dearest, in the end my mind is plagued with him.

The one I loved.

For a lifetime.

The story above is the recalling of the past by a now young man at the age of 18, remembering his childhood years living with his kidnapper. His mother was nearly dead, losing her sight and hearing in a car accident. The two lived on the streets for years until being kidnapped by a young man, presented in the story. This young man spent his childhood in deep love with his family, which led to his disownment when he was barely a teenager. Because of this he never loved another soul again, until he met the young child and his mother.

The full story is not available, because Nathan is being a pain in the ass at the moment (it took him damn near 5 hours to get the motivation to even write this), but this dark and disturbing story might come. Maybe.

#writing #writing practice #writingideas #darkfiction #trauma #love?#whatislove?#shortstory #unfinished #workinprogress #tobecontinuedstory

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