The clock strikes midnight, and a familiar dread washes over me. My skin tingles, muscles contort. I clutch the edge of the vanity, watching my reflection twist and warp. "Not again," I whisper, voice trembling. Pain sears through my veins, bones cracking, reshaping. Tears blur my vision as claws replace delicate fingers. "Please, make it stop," I plead to the empty room. But the curse is relentless. My heart pounds, a beast's roar echoes within. I am lost to the night once more.
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1KayVoo demon
26/07/2024