| That's my dear. I prefer you to fall into a deep sleep before I reach into your mind and feed on your fears. I want to fill your mind with fear and anxiety. I want to leave you wondering if I am real or if I am just a very vivid nightmare. I will wait anxiously to see your eyelids start fluttering, and your body twitching as if something is tormenting your soul. Hurry up, the dark hour is almost upon us. Shall we let the games begin? |
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