𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴.

「𝗧𝗪: 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸.」

”there was a door in his mind, a very thick door with its hinges mottled with rust; even using all his strength, he could only open it this little crack.”

I see the person trying to come forth. The person trying to take control. His arms are weak and tired— a reflection of the mind in which he is living in. Weak and tired.

Good.

Seven days have ed. And another seven. And another one. And seven more.

Not giving up yet?

I am met with silence. Only grunts and heaves of great efforts that in turn is met with nil. I know what he is trying to do. And I smirk at his attempt. I have swallowed the key he needs in order to take over. He would have to fight me for it. But that would mean risking being my meal.

And what a delicious feast he would be...

The boredom in me is growing with every sound he makes. But that amounts to nothing compared to the freedom of controlling this vessel. Of wreaking my havoc on everything and everyone. My malicious smile widens ever more at the thought. And for once I am met with silence. I look across the room at the beaten meat. The look he is boring into me could burn this room to ashes.

Seems like I’ll be having one hell of a meal tonight.

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