- B L A I R E -
11.13.16 // 7:30 a.m
I AM SHAKING. Every single bone in my body feels as if it has turned to liquid. My blood has gone cold and my stomach is quivering, making bile rise in the back of my throat. The bag of dead, raw fish and raw meat feels heavy in my hands. The smell is horrid, making me want to throw up even more.
T is standing close behind me, his warm breath blowing down my neck, his arms around my waist as he kisses my neck. I close my eyes and think about anything else besides the feeling of his slimy hands running up and down the length of my arm. I feel dizzy and nauseous as he begins to talk with that cold voice that sounds like pure silk as each syllable passes through his dry lips.
"All you have to do is feed the animals. That's all, we do this all the time,
