Black
Black. All he could see was black. Negro noir 黑 musta черный काला 黒
đen black black black and more black. He loved the color, it suited him. Heh, suit soot. But really, this was too much, even for him!\
He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. Just think and sometimes communicate with the outside people through texts and whatnot. He was trapped, oh so very trapped. And he hated it, loathed it, wanted out of it.
He hated her for trapping him in his own mind, hated her- not that her, different her- for taking his precious half away from him, hated him- not his precious half, oh no- for winning the game. But she made them forget, oh yes, and only two people remember the game. Him, and himself. No faiiir, the mental scars were supposed to be kept!
But he will get out one day, oh yes. One stupid child was already communicating with him, plotting to set him free. But did he really need her? He had heard of her interest in another town, another place, another chance. All from the little girl who didn't know a thing. Good girl, gooood girl.
Once he was finally free, he planned on continuing the game and perhaps have a bit of fun in that setting. Hmm, yes, delicious destruction- oooh, alliteration. Delicious destruction doesn't detract diabolical- oh phooey, can't continue it. But once he got out, he'll make them all suffer again. And he'll enjoy every. Last. Drop.
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Didn't mean to write it in one of my character's point of view, whoops. But yes, this is in the POV, sort of, of one of my insane characters. Hope you enjoy!