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i could feel his breath thicken as he crawled closer to me. He smelled raw kind of like a butcher fresh out of the shop. Blood,sweat and and underlying want. As he finally closed the distance I could properly make out his face. The street lights illuminatied his face and I had to hold back a scream.

His paper white skin and lack of a nose were the main reasons as well as his obvious lack of eyelids but what really made me recoil was the sliced smile he had. It was the most unsettling part of his face. I wanted to look away.. anyone would in my scenario. It's what all humans do when forced into a situation like this.

Look away respectfully instead of asking.

"your crying? Before I even pulled out my knife?.." he laughed to himself softly murmuring random incoherent gibberish before holding my gaze. "Is it because of my face?..... Maybe it's because of how I smell?..." I opened my mouth to respond but all that came out was a choked off sob.

I physically couldn't stop crying no matter how hard I tried even as he took the knife out and held it to the side of my neck.

"you won't be alive soon..." he whispered before getting impossiblely closer to my face. I shuddered as his tongue came out to lick the tears off the side of my face. His breath was like rancid meat left to rot in Arizona heat. "Salty...your pretty eyes don't look good crying you know..."

He smiled as his cheeks separated to accommodate his grin making me turn green. What genuinely made me gag was when his tongue slid into my mouth. He tasted worse than his breath smelled...

Spoiled...rotten even

To make it all worse his tounge didn't know what personal space was. But as he violated my mouth the knife dropped from his hand only to be replaced with his lethary hands. He squeezed my neck tightly holding me in place as he continued taking all his tongue could.

It was like he was getting off on my tears. Like he wanted me just like this, terrified and shaking. "P-please..." I choked out as he continued to devour my face. Suddenly he paused and pulled back. Immediately I regretted every thought I've ever thought about up until that moment.

His hand darted to the knife immediately as I tried to move away. The sharp edge pressed against my throat as he pulled it ever so slow tearing my skin as I began screaming. "Please what?...do you not like this?....do you not like me?..." He began slicing at my clothes next ripping my shirt and the skin underneath. Blood poured out immediately making my vision blur. In an instant I saw the pure and utter joy and satisfaction drain from his face as I finally passed out.

Waking up i felt sick and dizzy everywhere hurt when I moved. Looking in the mirror I couldn't recognize myself. My eyes were blood-shot, cheeks tear stained, and the scars. My thighs, chest, back, arms, and not to mention face. The smile scare wasn't as bad as his but it still made me cry.

My body was violated I could feel everwhere he touched. Flashes of that night coming back to me. I saw my blood on his tongue. The way he smiled up at me as he dipped his head lower. I didn't want to think about it anymore...i didn't want to think about him.. looking at the scars on my hand and thighs made me cry. He carved hearts and smiles all over me. My hands trembled as I slowly opened my legs and felt the scars inside.

There weren't shapes...there were words alongside a small circle with an "X" going through it... I began to break down as I read what it said.

"𝔍𝔢𝔣𝔣'𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔶...𝔧𝔢𝔣𝔣'𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔵𝔶"

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Cough soooo first post how we feeling? Bad?...ok