You may not know me. But I know all about you.
Your insecurities. Your worthlessness, your helplessness. Your lack to care for others, making you awfully selfish. Your inattentiveness. Your deep-rooted hate. . . and so much more. : )
( the surge of euphoria that it gained from ripping a limb from its prey was delightful. the terror in their eyes, the lowness of her raspy voice, the paced beats of its heart connecting with IT. . .
soon, it will so much grander. if she is willing to cooperate, that is.
the "builder" puts the dismembered, bleeding arm under its armpit before reaching to grip her remaining hand.
dragging it to follow along the path to Purgatory with no change in expression.
⚠️ TW: body horror & g〇re
( excuse, after excuse, after excuse, AFTER EXCUSE. hesitancy is unwelcome, for you cannot escape the fate thrust upon you. you cannot escape ITS grasp.
it has brought its prey here for a reason.
i ithink i ' llbe okay withjust sitting back atthe house , if that ' s okay ,
{ she was jsut using that as some kind of excuse , it wasn ' t exactly going to go back - she just wasn ' t sure of any other place they could head to at that moment .
*
succeeding in its act of dismemberment, the entity re-adjusts its position and posture. . . as if nothing ever happened, despite now holding their arm in one mitt.
“builderman’s” face contorted again to display an emotionless face. not a hint of regret was painted. )