1. A Scarred Wonderland


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: MadMartigan, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    her hand, ignoring the question. She jumps back and waves her warms out wide. “Why? Why? Why? Why?” she singsongs. “Because.” The ivory masks consorts, melts into an expression of monstrous hate, before snapping back to its original state. “Because, Taryn , this was the only way. They wanted to scare you. Show you all the nasty little things you’ve done and don’t remember doing. I told them it wouldn’t work. That you’d just try to forget again.” My mouth goes to cotton and I scream at the demon inside me, hoping maybe it will have answers to what’s happening to me. But it doesn’t answer. All there is… is heat. “They’re so simple minded. It’s vexing. Though you can’t expect much from identities molded to be drug-addicted sluts with high sex drives. Sharing the same space with them is nauseous. I’m sure you agree.” Grey eyes twinkle from behind the mask. I try to get a word in… but there’s really no point. I don’t even know where to begin. All I can do is listen, no matter how fucked up this is all is. She pulls in close. Her arctic mint breath whistles from the mask in a heavy rush. “Go on, ask me.” She taps her head again. “I know you better than you know yourself. The question is burning you up.” She reaches out and cups my cheek with an icy palm. “Literally, I believe.” I swallow thickly. “Who are you?” She twirls. “The prize in a game of chess. Imagine that. Every girl’s dream when she grows up. A bargaining chip for selfish jerks.” The blurred image of teenager hits me ...
    between the eyes. I flinch backward. “You’re trying not to remember, aren’t you?” A finger pushes my chin up. “That’s just what he wants. You know that, right?” “Him?” She nods. “I know you’ve seen him. The bastard in the bowler hat. You’re his pasty white princess. The blank late of this twisted… family. You’re his favorite. Did you know that? Artsy and innocent and demur. The best mask for jobs like sweet little Grayson.” I slap her hand away. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” I lie. Her body freezes up. “Yes, yes you fucking do,” she spits. “What do you want?” I cry out helplessly. “Just tell me what you want.” She skips off and starts pacing erratically. “Revenge.” “That’s all?” I whisper. I throw my arms out wide to the scarred wonderland. “You made all this, dragged me through hell… for that?” Abby’s words about facing the devil and ‘taking a shine to him’ hit me hard. The absurdity of all of this finally drowns me and a wretched laugh bubbles up from my throat. It’s the manic sort, the villainous sort. I laugh till tears pool in my eyes. Her high, bell-like laugh joins in, creating a fucked up harmony of insanity. “No, it’s not very original, is it? But a girl has to do what a girl has to do.” I can feel her smile, even if I can’t see it. “Yes, of course there’s a catch,” she purrs, reading my mind. “You finally get your turn in the cage.” I’m running before she even finishes, pushing through dense vegetation and oversized flowers that nip at my heels. ...
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