mistressofcreeps

[mistressofcreeps]

Then again here I am... following the path where I promised to never cross.

But in my chest a still ocean. No raging storm were there to sink my soul. I just knew I'd be safe.

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I would be all different forms of black.

The ebony-like feeling in my chest, seen as a heavy burden or an untainted wreath for what it is, makes it all look gray. Eyes like blackened water, filled with tears that burn more than hell itself. Feet covered in bruises, marking the miles walked through shattered paths and broken hopes. Every step, a reminder of the weight I carry—a weight I cannot shed, nor would I know how to, even if I could.

The air is thick, suffocating, as though the world conspires to press me further into this darkness. My hands tremble, trying to grasp something solid or something real, but everything still slips through my fingers like ash. I am both drowning and burning caught between pain and numbness. Unsure which would be the kinder fate.

In the nothingness— a void I refuse to embrace. There is a flicker, faint but persistent. It’s not hope, but defiance. Black may coil me, but I am not the black. I am not its shadow, nor its prisoner. Perhaps I wear it, perhaps it clings to me, but there is still something beneath. Something more than just the dark.

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How funny it is to think I used to cover my essence in webs- the darkest ones.

Spiders would crawl into the falsity of my persona, scratching each of their hundreds fangs in my flesh until I'm left with just bones and blood. No excruciating pain did I even feel. No mere taps of their legs made me shudder.

I loved spiders.

Not the ones that were too big, hiding in the corner of your room. But those ebony tinted ones, quiet and subtle, weaving their intricate webs in the shadows of my mind.

They never asked for permission, never announced their presence, but there they were—spinning, spinning, until the lies I told myself were bound tight, leaving no space for truth.

My protectors, crafting the fragile illusions I clung to so desperately. I trusted them because they knew how to mask my fears, to keep me cocooned in a world where nothing was real, but everything felt safe.

But now, the webs have dissolved. One by one, the spiders abandoned their work, leaving me exposed, vulnerable, and raw. The truth, harsh as it is, finally has room to breathe. The spiders I once adored, I now despise for the comfort they gave me in deception.

Yet, a part of me still longs for their return, for the sweet numbness they brought.

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And for some reason, she could not find herself anymore. It wasn’t the core of who she had always understood herself to be— instead, it was the mask she wore in every situation life presented, concealing the weight of a young girl who believed life would never treat her kindly.

She coiled herself away from her own fears. Fear to be seen as vulnerable as she already is. A hardened persona, a flexible identity that adapts to anyone who crosses her path, projecting a pleasing presence that appeals to everyone while masking the heavy burdens she carries deep within.

Ah! But how could she be more reckless. All the hiding just to be found by a glistening soul, preaching for her to swim away from the grasp of her deceiving facades.

Calloused hands went far away in the depth of her decaying soul. She hissed at first, the unfamiliarity of his redemption made her want to step aback for awhile. Then he sang her sweet lullabies. Which she then followed, only to be awaken under his embracing sweet scented presence. For that moment, not only did she forgot she was once chained below the burden of her mask, the cold withering deceits burnt and went astray.

And she could not determine herself anymore.

Lost by thought of how could a simple embrace would make her walk away from what she was used to be. She was lost. Not in a way that she want to despise, but to the point she'd rather get lost even for the second time with her uncharted character and be with who helped her embrace the puzzling persona she once handled with difficulty.

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single?

Answer

I don't know why this is relevant but of course i'll respond to it for your satisfaction. Yes, i am indeed single.

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❝TV❞

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The hissing sound of this machine kept creeping in my ears non-stop, banging its way forcibly in mind as it was the only sound wandering in my own cold room. The automated signage from down the street flickers in my peripheral vision. My iris dilating and deciphering each time light touches my face. Honks and groans of cars dances along with the pattering rain and the city's wilderness outside.

My brows were furrowed as I kept staring at the blank tv, white and distorted black spots were all around it and I still kept staring.

Where did the channels go anyway?

I get up from the couch to see what's going on in the tv and why is it not showing people or advertisment that I'm used to whenever I turn it on. I ignored the stiff body on the floor and walked over it.

The tv is a mess. Why?

I crouched down to level with the tv and tried patting it a couple of times but to my dismay it won't get fixed. I patted it with more force this time and still did to no avail. A trickle of blood stained my palm.

What's this?

The body behind me coughs quietly and I looked over my shoulder only to see my own body laying with my face down on the floor, blood were gushing out from the side of my rib and mouth, shuddering in the coldness of midsummer air. My other self looked at me straight in the eyes and I tilted my head as if I'm staring back to my own reflection.

“It's your fault,” she says with her raspy breathing.

But was it really my fault?

I stood up and straightened my back. “No, it's yours.” I said firmly. I took the knife that was on the side of the tv and stab.be.d my other self at the back of her neck. She screamed an airy voice but nothing really came out from her mouth. It was pathetic.

“Please... help... me” she tried squirming away from me but I just stabbed her again and again on her back, on her neck and on any part that I could reach with I smile on my face. Some trickle of blo.od squirted to my face and on my shirt but none of those I took mind of.

“Just di.e” I straightened my back and lift my chin up as I stared at her loosing her breath, until the light of life in her eyes faded.

“Because your identity is now mine.”

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[mistressofcreeps]

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❝IN THE DEPTH❞

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Droplets of cold water showered me whole, dampening my face down into the crook of my neck. The sound of rain pattering and pouring simultaneously down the street. It was really raining... how peaceful. I smiled.

I turned my head up to stare the blackening sky, covered in a beautiful hue of grey and blue, reaching into the highest corner of the heaven. The clouds grumbled loudly, almost making the earth shudder.

Heaven... this is heaven.

My knees were bent against the cold hard ground. Even if it was starting to strain my legs, I remained neutral, not wanting to end this newly found freedom.

How did I ended up like this again?

Oh yeah. This became almost too familiar to me now. I kept on dreaming of being under the rain, the sky will grumble, the rain won't stop pouring until it'll turn into a vast ocean, and it will drown me into the depth of my own demise.

And then it happened again.

Water began to swallow my body as it went up fast to reach up the sky.

I don't understand what this perpetually repeating dream is trying to tell me. But it didn't even bother me a bit.

I want it.

I don't even wanna wake up anymore. I want to cage myself here and get drowned all over again and again even to an infinite loop.

I opened my mouth... not to scream, but to let the water absorb in me. It didn't even matter if it hurts, it hurts as hell, but i want it, I want to die all over again.

Tears cascaded down my cheeks. I cried... not because I'm dying, but rather because I am finally getting one thing I always wanted...

To disappear into the void of this dream and never come back alive again.

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[mistressofcreeps]

I can't actually understand what type of genre you are focusing more. I noticed you're into gothic stuff or whatever.

Answer:

You see, I don't know too >⁠.⁠<

All i can say is that I do am into gothic type of contents but i write to express. Whatever is in my mind, i will put it into words. Hence, my works posted here and on my fb acc.

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❝BLOOM❞

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“Just because you used to being a rose doesn't mean you always have to be a rose for the rest of your life.” I can tell she's really serious for what she was trying to imply. A friend of mine tried plotting me words of wisdom again, hoping it'll change my perception.

“You can bloom again, but a different flower this time ” she continued. Her last words leaving a kind of an indelible message that had me thinking for a moment.

“After all, a major change is what we only need to be able to move forward. ”

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❝REFLECTION❞

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Gloom coated eyes both stared in dismay at her own reflection, letting her take in a clear view of her whole being, prompting her to sigh for the way she looked like.

Her ribs are poking obviously against her thin skin and malnourished body. She looked like an abomination of bones mixed with just muscles covered with skin.

All she can only do about it is hiss for how disgusting she looked, almost as if insulting herself because mourning about it does nothing but burying her mere sentience deep down the surface of her insecurities.

There is nothing an insecure woman can do to change her appearance other than spending dollars for scientific body alliterations. Never even had enough money to have those. She will never get what pretty girls constantly receive.

Pretty girls always get praises, pretty girls are always the ones who's rich enough to change their faces as they please, pretty girls always get the privilege.

“But maybe... maybe if I could just do magic or pray for any gods above to make me look pretty... maybe... then maybe...”

Her hand slowly outstretched to reach for the mirror.

”I never liked the way I look...”

“I never even felt seen for once...”

“If I could just change and disappear...”

“If I could just become pretty and then maybe...”

“Maybe...”

When her fingertips finally touches the cold surface of the mirror, it shattered almost immediately. The noises echoed an excruciating ring in her ear, almost as if whispering her harsh things and how impossible it is for someone like her to change. The pain soaked in until it reaches her heart that she shattered as well like how the mirror crumbled against her touch.

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[mistressofcreeps]

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❝CIGARETTE❞

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Minors do not interact🔞

I heaved a heavy breath as I went out the the convenience store, instantly ringing the bell just above the automated door, leaving a soft echoes around the store of my leave.

“Thank you so much!” I heard the clerk says giddily as I left. The store were almost empty. Shelves has a few blanks and dusts. Absence of most products making it looked like an abandoned warehouse. I couldn't even tell why I kept coming back to that store despite of the bad reviews the store owner has from all the people in my town or maybe they were just too mean to leave such comments. I never even knew the reason anyway.

The plastic bag with the processed foods I bought, jiggled slightly as I shift my hold to shove my hand in my pocket, in search for my car key. A curse smoked from beneath my breath when I couldn't feel the familiar metal anywhere in my jean pockets.

Cold breeze of August in the peak of the night really is taking its part on climate change. It's not even November and yet I could already feel the freezing ambience of Christmas lurking around. Weather reports on the tv really wasn't playing around when they told about the incoming low temperature this month and even now i could already feel it.

“Just great,”

My brows furrowed even further when small droplets of water slowly came crashing down my head, until it became completely constant that the car emitted sounds of pattering.

“I believe you need a hand.”

I instantly turned my head to face the person who spoke. Nice built and tall, I could really tell this guy is somewhat the type of person who never missed a day from the gym. But not too bulky, right enough to make his biceps tight on his white shirt. He's handsome too. He looked familiar but I couldn't distinguish as I still has to scoop it out from the back of my mind.

“I'm sorry, but who are you?” wouldn't it be rude if i won't ask his identity first? The cigarette in between his teeth perched slightly when the corner of his lips smirked.

“Just a nobody,” what widen my eyes was when he raised his hand, there I saw my missing key in his grasp. He waved it in front of me before pulling out something from his back. My breath hitched when I realized what it was.

“Turn around if you don't wanna get k.ille.d.” he pointed the gun at me.

I turned around without complain, afraid that if I take a wrong step, he'll pull the tr*gger. “You won't get anything from me— hell I'm broke. You can take that bag full of processed food if you want.” panic rushed down my spine when I felt the cold metal touching my back.

“Nobody f*cks with processed foods, sweetie.”

“What?— ”

I felt him press his body onto my back and I could feel something hard not just the gun that is now exploring down my ass. His clothed c*ck is poking me and I shivered.

“Why were you even wearing a tight jean in the middle of the night?” I heard him chuckle, his voice hoax and airy. “This body literally looked like begging to be f*cked.”

“N-no!” he's wrong. Are women now not allowed to wear jeans? If his reason werebbecause it might trigger some men then he's stupid.

“Is that so?” he grumble under his breath and I could feel it warm on my neck. He leaned in closer to my ear and deliberately licked my earlobe, earning a small whimper from me. “Then why are your body reacting to this.” he said as he shifted the gun slightly down my ass that it could almost touch the lowest part to reach my c*nt, suggesting a sinister lewd intention.

“N-no, please don't do this.” I can only beg as I felt hopeless to escape from his cage. He's taller and stronger. There's no way I could be able to save my self.

But he wasn't even wrong. My body really was reacting weirdly on his g.un flirting my clothed c*nt as he rubbed it slightly with enough friction that felt too good to ignore. He kept the pace until I could feel my eyes wanting to roll back for how good he was playing my p*ssy.

“I.. No! please stop it.” my hands went over my back to hold his wrist, prying him to stop but my body's just too weak against him. I could feel him smirking as he began sucking my neck sloppily.

“Here now, little kitten. Try not to fight it will you? I know you're enjoying this. Look at how you're bucking yourself on my gun like a damn sl*t.” he grumbled.

Rain drops dampened our clothes and hairs now floppy for how wet we are due to the constant surge of the water. It felt cold against our skin, in contrast to the heat that's starting to steam our bodies. Little smokes connected us both as each drop of water touches us. But that didn't stop the man to tease. My reaction and reddening face only making him feel the need to keep doing this as he pleases.

“Bend your *ss over or I'll shoot, you wouldn't want that don't you?”

I did what he asked. Bending over the car and caging myself to hold onto it tightly, he started to unbuckle my jeans and pulled it down without even thinking twice. He then again pressed his hip against my *ss, letting me feel more of his hardening c*ck, grinding himself on me.

"Can you feel it? Don't you want me deep inside you? It's not my fault you're naive enough to be out alone at this hour. Haven't you been paying attention to the news? I'm quite notorious, with a large bounty on my head, you know."

Now that explains why I thought he's familiar— that I've seen him somewhere but I just couldn't remember where. I quivered from his hold when his hands grabbed my hips and made me grind against him too. The same rhythm he has as he moves.

He groaned as if already feeling satisfied with just *ss grinding. He grind onto me desperately to reach for climax.

“Damn, this *ss felt too good I already wanna c*m... yeah, just like that,” his whispered sexily in my ear and that bloomed an unexpected ego in me that I began to buck my hips independently, suddenly becoming to have a thought of making him reach his peak, which made him snicker lowly and he sighed in satisfaction.

His jaw clinched like he's trying not to drool and lets out one out “O-oh fuuck..”

His hands were dipped underneath my panties, while the other was caressing the skin with his gun of my lower back. His mouth was on my neck. I shivered as his lips connected with my skin. The warmth of his breath left goosebumps in its wake.

Groans and moans reverberated quietly into the night. The street light were flickering from now and then, giving him not enough light to vision the lewd scenery he has in front of him.

The street were surprisingly quiet and that didn't matter now, one goal set straight on his mind and he wouldn't wanna be distracted by anything. He'll kill anyone who will stand on his way to f*ck this chick.

My head hazed for how his touches affects my body. Rational things had gone faded in my mere sentience and all I wanna do now is get railed rough and hard by his d*ck.

“Please... please” I began to beg shamelessly.

“Please what? I want my sl*t to tell me what she wants. What is it huh? Tell me what you want.”

“Please... just f*ck me already.”

And just like that, he pulled her panties on to the side and began rubbing his fingers shamelessly on my leaking c*nt, then he spread it slightly. He threw the gun somewhere and unbuckled his belt and pulled out his hard as a rock c*ck and pushed it into me.

He didn't even take time to let me adjust and roughly slapped his hips against my *ss, pulling himself in and out aggressively. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes. Him f*cking himself into me rough and mercilessly, and I didn't even hesitate to let out the loud moans from my mouth, never even cared if anyone could hear me.

When his peak finally came, he shoved it in me balls deep inside my spongy hole, f*cking his c*m into me, not letting any single drop go to waste.

He pulled himself out, patting my back, a sign he's already done with his intention. He helped me put my jeans back in place before he began his.

“Quite a nigh, yeah?” he chuckles, his hand not leaving my waist.

“Can you let me go now?”

I didn't even noticed the gun was already back in his hands, he's pointing it again above my forehead.

“Why would I when I just found myself a new toy? You'll come with me or you die... your choice.”

I didn't even complain. He took that as a yes and pulled me closer, pressing my chest against his. “Just like what I thought... you're a little sl*ty aren't you, kitten?”

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