Sadistic Assemblage

Afternoon, everyone! I should be reading the hundreds of pages I must read for my classes right now but instead I have decided to bring to you a delightfully terrifying piece that I’ve just written. Call it a gift from me to you, my darling readers. I do so value your affections. Without further ado…

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Sadistic Assemblage

My heart aches.

I am beckoned

by hands I do not know

into the dark again.

They,

and the appendages to which they are attached,

would seek to hold me,

to constrict me,

in their warm embrace.

These hands would not allow me peace.

To them it would some great affront,

some catastrophe,

were I to be released from this gentle bondage.

I struggle to understand the reasoning,

despite knowing the impetus.

Perhaps,

for some,

it is the torture they find appealing.

Beasts and sadists that lurk in the shadows,

why should they not let me be?

Am I so magnetic

as to attract their undying attentions?

“Leave me be!”,

I scream in vain to the shadow.

It only advances,

for I am trapped by its gaze

and now its embrace.

Muffled screams bring me to wake.