Pain

No more time to worry about them. No more time for anything.

And with a sudden gasp, he walks in the room -- that creature. I glare at him. He reminds me that it might not be good for me, smirking, and with a silent sigh, I stop glaring.

But just so he can show me what I'll get if I act rashly, he hurts me.

It burns my skin. I have no idea what he's doing, but the pain prevents me from even thinking about it. I scream. The pain gets worse, searing my shoulder. It feels like I'm on fire. And then it pierces. I scream once more.

And then, as if someone had sucked out all of it's energy, it stops.

The End

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