Tortuous Dread

Published on by Susi Bocks
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Silently, I begged for mercy, laying on the small patch of stitched scraps of flannel, cowering in the shadows of the small room made of blue stone, the air filled with the dust of past victims. The space hints at the macabre, forcing my heart to pulse rapidly. The terror within me was increasing. Between the wishes and the hope of release, my body began glistening with beads of sweat as a swarm of flies was approaching to nurture themselves on the crusted-over bloody gashes all over my body. The door slowly creaked open as my tears began to flow. 

Inspired by The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #640

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    1. lol Yeah, I really wonder where this comes from. I feel like I can write the most horrible things from my imagination, but I’ve never experienced them. Metaphorically, maybe, but not in real-life. :) Thanks, Nan!

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