A Voice That Caressed You

Nedoras smiled gently. He is in your head. He knows what makes you tick. He knows what makes you squirm in fear.

Come a little closer. Let Nedoras see your hands.

His hair was blonder than a sun-bleached towel; his eyes darker than an eclipse.

But his voice! Oh God, his voice!

It caressed you. It held you in its arms and told you that it would be okay. It made you forget why you were afraid.

Then it dropped you off a high rise without warning.

He had long, guilty fingers curled in an unapologizing smirk. An unforgettable habit of twitching his nose as he revealed your darkest fears and greatest horrors.

And all before tea time.

Come a little closer. Let Nedoras see your hands.

The End

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