Distractions can be deadly. I’ve paid for mine in blood and flesh. Seems so trite to write now…blood and flesh. Are you picturing some poorly directed and portrayed horror film? Most are. How does one translate true evil and true fear onto film? You can’t. Because true evil causes a fear that goes beyond shock and screams and wide eyes. True evil causes fear that simply can’t be put into words. But allow me to try here. No, fuck that. No one allows me anything. I’m telling you and you will read it. True fear is felt somewhere in your soul, if you have one. It is eyes rolling back in your head, bowel loosening, screams that never release because they choke you, face clawing…your brain shutting down because it simply can’t deal with what it is seeing, what it is feeling.
I’ve been IN fear for the last few years. He kept me that way. He enjoyed me that way. My distractions placed me firmly in his hands and he used those hands on me in ways that, when I think of them now, lead me right to that fear again. I deserved it all. His punishments and the ones he allowed his minions to carry out won’t be forgotten. Ever.
You’d think I would have learned a lesson from it all. *slow smile filled with malignant promise*
I’m back. I’m free from his prison…somewhat. And I am high on what is to come.