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I cant hear my own voice, I gasp for air and merely feel the clutches of smoke tightening on my throat, choking, I reach out in desperation...

My hand catches a door handle and I pull in the deluded hope that my assailant cant operate a lock. I'm still surprised when it refuses to budge, I can no longer hear my thoughts, the pain is overwhelming. My chest heaves desperately and then comes to an abrupt stop. My pain is gone and I feel an immense nothingness inside my chest. My mouth is tight shut and tears aren't coming regardless of how distraught I am. My body is at my feet and I'm windswept with emotion. I only feel fear and hate, but those emotions are strong, and now so am I.

My name is... was Oskar, now i'm another lost soul on a journey for revenge. I need to die, but not before her.

Her can be most readily described as a virus, she latches onto you, taking advantage of your life, using you and siphoning your strength. When you're of no use to her she ends you. In my case I was trapped in the only locked apartment in a block of 50, my tongue was black and my eyes bloodshot when the police found me. Not suspicious enough for an investigation, the only fingerprints on the handle were my own. She will never expect her death, but for her, it will be slow. She will hemorrhage in every organ, and she will bleed until shes about to die, when I will plunge my scramasax into her black heart. She is the victim this time.

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I cant hear my own voice, I gasp for air and merely feel the clutches of smoke tightening on my throat, choking, I reach out in desperation...

My hand catches a door handle and I pull in the deluded hope that my assailant cant operate a lock. I'm still surprised when it refuses to budge, I can no longer hear my thoughts, the pain is overwhelming. My chest heaves desperately and then comes to an abrupt stop. My pain is gone and I feel an immense nothingness inside my chest. My mouth is tight shut and tears aren't coming regardless of how distraught I am. My body is at my feet and I'm windswept with emotion. I only feel fear and hate, but those emotions are strong, and now so am I.

My name is... was Oskar, now i'm another lost soul on a journey for revenge. I need to die, but not before her.

Her can be most readily described as a virus, she latches onto you, taking advantage of your life, using you and siphoning your strength. When you're of no use to her she ends you. In my case I was trapped in the only locked apartment in a block of 50, my tongue was black and my eyes bloodshot when the police found me. Not suspicious enough for an investigation, the only fingerprints on the handle were my own. She will never expect her death, but for her, it will be slow. She will hemorrhage in every organ, and she will bleed until shes about to die, when I will plunge my scramasax into her black heart. She is the victim this time.