He was curled in the fetal position, the pathetic mess. Crying, blathering, and you couldn’t understand a word coming out of his mouth. This was his mind, his body, his life, his stature showed everything left of him.
“Ohhh, don’t cry, I can help you, all you need to do is beg.” The voice was chilled, cold. The man peeked up dragging himself over across the floor. Dust, dirt stuck to his clothing and there seemed to be a stench on him. He smelled like sweat and fear.
“Beg, I want you to beg for her, in fact, I want you to lick my shoe… Yes! My fucking shoe, do it or…well you know what else.” The man couldn’t make out the face anymore, no it was to dark. All he could see was the boot. The man crawled over to the boot, ready to do anything for him, he needed her, he had to have her back, she was his life, is life is dead.
“There you go, that’s it… you missed a spot.” The dark man said laughing “okay, okay, that’s enough you may have her.”
The dark man got up and walked to the only door in the room. He made sure to at least step on one hand. He walked over to the door passing the only candle that dimly lite the room. It looked like a cellar, the walls were a concrete stone, wet in appearance and grimy. The floor was filthy, along with the one chair, now previously occupied by the dark man.
The Dark man grabbed the door handle and then looked back.
“are you ready” His eyes seemed to glow Crimson “I think I hear her now, coming back to you.”
The Dark Man shoved open the door and nothing happened, he backed up.
Slowly a woman entered, she seemed to stagger as she walked and her grimy hair covered her entire face, yet the man could still tell that it was her, the man’s wife. The man smiled and tried to get up, he was to weak and fell to his knees. Still smiling he waited for her to come to him. She staggered on, slowly but surely.
Two minutes passed of her staggering towards him, yet he waited for her without a sound. The man got up to his feet finding his will.
“Honey…” He said parting the hair on her face, and all he could see were scars, one eye was missing and the other had a slash vertically going through it. Her skin was rough and her mouth was open displaying her broken teeth, they looked like shards on dirty green glass. (He did this too her, the dark man) the man thought.
“No, no my friend, you did, don’t you remember… oh come now, you remember the night she died…”
Agonizing pain broke through the mans mind, she had tore into his arm.
Blood ran out of his arm and onto her face. She seemed to be laughing at him, pulling him closer she laughed still, she pulled him right up next to her face. He could smell her and she smelled of death, sin, and hell. The man starred into her scarred face with a look of utter terror.
The Dark Man just sat and watched laughing with her.
When she was done she let him fall to the floor, she then looked up to the dark man… starring for a moment the Dark Man said:
“Well… SeLaVi” and the women fell on top of her husband.
…
The little girl sat on the corner crying, away from home, just to get away from the wretch that was her broken mother.
“Daddy, why did you have to go.” She said through her broken gasps.
“Did you say, you lost your daddy, little girl.” A man said behind her.
“Yeah, mister…why?”
“Well, I don’t just do this for anyone but you seem pretty special… I can help you see you Daddy… would you like to?”
and his eyes glowed Crimson

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