The girl who was undressed by evil 2


She woke up feeling tired and unease, like being asleep for so long. She knew something has changed in her as she delicately touch her face down to her shoulders, arms, belly and legs down to her toes. She studied all of her parts, but none was missing. She was complete but more. She knew something changed, she reckoned that the event from the night before was responsible for this very odd feeling.

Did everything just happen last night? 

She whispered to herself as she peered around the strange vastness of the room she’s in. The size of it made her feel small that paradoxically almost asphyxiated her whole system. And there’s no one there. Not even a single soul nor something that could possibly make a sound apart from the heaviness of her breathing. Nothing else was there except from the Japanese full sized bed with dark blue shiny sheets that was too troubling to look at. Fear instantly grasped her heart, but she ignored it.

She stood up  and gently closed her eyes while her hands converge with the pure black walls as she danced her way slowly through the four corners of her cage. Yes, she’s caged. That’s what she felt as she was sensing the texture and the life of the wide walls of her room. She then opened her eyes as she finished the tour, eyes that spoke of wrath and agony for the many questions in her mind that baffles her.

She’s 100% sure this wasn’t where she was tortured. This room is entirely different. As she reached the door, the only way to escape since there are no windows, she squeezed the knob to the right that produced such a frightening click that echoed inside the room for what seemed like eternity––a click that shouts of being locked there forever. The domino effect of it stayed in her head that made her fall onto her knees and with her trembling hands she tightly held and pulled the strands of her hair from her scalp like a mad woman lost in her own world. The fire in her eyes saw nothing but chaos. The fear she tried to ignore kicked in once again, and this time it was much larger than the first one.

She blinked and then a single line of tear from her left eye disturbed the tension in her cheek. And without holding back, she screamed at the top of her lungs to let go of the anxiety that strangles her soul.

“Arrrrrrgggghhhhhhh!” A loud vibrating growl like a lioness in an empty jungle, hungry for answers, enraged by the silence that was ironically deafening. With the extreme intensity of her scream, she watched the black concrete walls break with monstrous veins of crack like how an earthquake would do to a strong surface.

The crack continued to grow like it’s about to break the cage she’s in. She then grinned wildly not only because freedom is about to be granted to her, but most importantly because she knew she could do astonishing things she has never done before. And it stimulated her thoughts, to seek for the rest of the missing magnificent pieces that will complete the puzzle. She felt it in her bones that there’s more of her that she will soon be able to unleash.



Read the first part here.

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You’re here, always here.

1430997217-girl-thinking-of-him-in-bus-dp-file-www.wallpaperg.comDon’t you know it’s but a challenge?

To keep my eyes shut for a moment?

Don’t you know how deep it cuts?

Each time I see you with mere limits of the mind?

You’re here, always here.

I can see you, it was as lucid as the rain that makes me shiver.

I would then reach out to hold you,

but just like rain, I couldn’t seem to touch you.

Still, you’re here, always here.

You never ceased to disrupt my head.

Like the knight in the movie, my brain did create

like an ache that deepens with the smell of your flesh

like an old photograph that is nostalgic, but less.

What power do you possess?

for appearing in my head that requires no presence?

What spell did you cast?

I need to break it, yes I must.

Because you’re here, always here…

And now I’m clouded with a bunch of fear.



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Invisible fear

I was listening carefully with every beat of it.

I put my right hand to my chest, to feel the message it brings.

I was bewildered by its deafening noise—it’s making me sick.

It seems like I was hearing a beat resembling them ones in horror movies.

Trying to decode the fear I can perfectly hear.

Is this even real?

Where does this fear come from?

Is this the fear of being alone or the fear of losing?

Oddly speaking, I couldn’t seem to find out its true meaning.

Perhaps, both or maybe I’m just hallucinating.

For a moment, I stared at the cup in front of me and then brushed off this phase of overthinking…

I sighed whilst smiling when I figured out I’m only palpitating…

this strong coffee is all but to blame.


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