Darkness approaches, descending upon my path, obscuring my view and distorting my future.
Shadows flicker, vanish, then reappear, each a vision. A spectre. A dream.
Each a possible outcome to the labyrinth that is my life. The twisting passage ways that incorporate my being.
Twisting, winding, unforgiving.
Shrouded in confusion.
Disorientation lingering like a mist, enveloping my spirit and consuming my essence.
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The thoughts of a corrupted sexslave.