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Non-binary they said

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(بخاطر ابهت عکسای سیاه و سفید) اگه عکس سیاه و سفیدی داری این عکسو شیر کن چنلت (پابلیک باشه لطفا) و من اون عکسایی که دوس دارمو شیر میکنم اینجا✨️ مچکرم رفیق🤍

They move their hands in the air hastily. I dodge each of them. A cold sweat runs down my spine and I hear that same voice again saying : It's all your fault. True it is , but do I deserve the terror I'm going through? Or am I a coward thinking this is a terror? This room is mostly dark. I can hardly make out the outline if those hands. Countless. I can't see any windows. There's a door. It might be dark , but I know that because escaping through that door has been what I did every time. Yes, I can get out and escape, but haven't I done the same thing for ages? Running away and turning around when I want to face that monster. Now I can't do it again. This is my last shot to do the right thing. My gaze lingers on the door for a second longer and that's enough to get me distracted. A hand grasps my neck and as I'm trying to loosen the hold it has on my throat. Another one finds its way to my foot yanking it hard. I land on the floor , the back of my head hurting the way it never did. Surprisingly the hand on my neck is still where it was , choking me to the point I don't know what I know. I gasp for air and two other hands grab my wrists and each pulls them towards itself. It feels like my limbs are about to get torn , but then I hear an unsettling reassurance : We need your body parts intact to see you try and fail , Don't we? I blink back my tears not knowing if it was what I heard or the choking that brought me to tears. I yelled back at seemingly no one: Tear me! Take the soul in me! I don't want to go on like this! True to my words I gave in to the sensation of dying and closed my eyes , but the hand around my neck suddenly loosened a bit. I heard the voice louder this time : No. Where's the fun of that? We can't let you go and we won't. Besides, Remember that your tolerance for pain is close to nothing , my dear. You know what I mean. I gritted my teeth and tried to free my arms out of their grasp but instead two other hands joined the ones which were holding my arms. I kicked my feet in the air in an effort to free myself, but those hands tightened their grip on my legs. I heard the voice laughing: You're so naive. My dear , you're swamped with your own doing. The harder you struggle, the deeper you drown. Suddenly all the hands disappeared. I was laying there looking around. Confused. I slowly started to feel something cold gather around me. It felt like mud. No it was a swamp. I screamed out this time: Who the hell are you?! You call me a coward, but you don't dare show me your face! The voice laughed , her voice ringing in the room. Her. No, not just her , an oddly familiar Her. I felt a breeze of cold air tickle my cheeks and I felt two eyes staring right at me , but when I looked in front of me or even around, there was nothing to be seen. I heard something again : Because you know, love. I do have a lovely face actually. Yours. Again I heard the laugh. This time it was worse. Twisted, unsettling and.. mine. I didn't blink, sweat coating my body while I felt cold down to my bones. The voice was mine. Mine. My breath catches in my throat and my heartbeat quickens. To the point I'm scared it's blast into bloodied pieces. I was about to throw up my own heart just when everywhere went dark. I gasped for air as I woke up in my bed. Seemingly I hadn't choked out my soul. Not yet.

Please excuse the filthy mirror and appreciate my barber(ical?) skills (at 5:30 am, literally)

You guys seeing what I’m seeing?