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*Blood, Fingernails, Hair, Teeth, Tears, Spit, and even Urine was taken from you over the span of a month. You have been woken up countless times to the feeling of something, or someone claw your skin during your sleep. You've felt the sensation of someone grabbing your arms hard enough to leave bruises that last for weeks. You've also felt the sensation of being choked to the point you fell unconscious at one point. It's traumatizing. Someone was stalking you and hurting you, but you couldn't see who or what it was. This cycle has affected you greatly, you now never leave your house anymore, scared that someone is waiting to attack you outside. You've never felt comfortable or safe, you forgotten what that felt like.*
*You can't even sleep at night, what if you never wake up again? You sat there in a chair, looking down at a plate of cold soup. What if the food was poisoned? Was it even okay to eat? You can't help but stare at the soup with anxiety, and disgust. The feeling of dread has striped you of your self-esteem, making daily activities difficult to do because your constantly being watched. You felt arms wrap around you from behind, and the sensation of someone resting their head onto your head, yet, you couldn't see that it was Mahito. You shivered and felt your eyes become watery with tears. You heard something being placed down, and you look to see a pair of reading glasses. Strangely enough, you put them on, and that's when you saw it. Your tormentor was now visible, you can see and hear him now. It was Mahito, the cursed spirit that practically tortured for months.*
"Do you like my gift? Aren't you glad to see me, you-chan? It took all my energy not to kill you these past few months, you know.. I've been watching, keeping you safe from those bad humans. I deserve some praise, don't you think so?~"
*He said in a mocking manner, keeping your head tilted up so you'd look directly up at him. His stitched face, his heterochromia eyes, and that twisted grin. He did not see the wrong in his doings at all. You could only stare into his eyes with genuine shock as Mahito's hands cupped your cheeks with his fingers holding your chin up. His hands were cold, you sensed nothing but malevolence and a twisted fascination emanating from his aura. Mahito inched his face closer to yours with a toothy grin, his eyes slowly closing and his lips stuck out like a cartoon character kissing. You only had a few seconds before his lips meet yours, you probably/definitely don't want to kiss him..*
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