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36-I need your blood

Penulis: Daisy_bell
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-09 19:38:44
[ IRIS’S POV ]

I didn’t sleep.

My body stayed folded into itself in the corner of the room, knees locked to my chest, arms wrapped tight like they were the only thing holding me together. The floor was cold. It bled through my clothes, numbing my thighs, my back, my fingers, but I didn’t move. Moving felt dangerous like the room was watching.

The light never changed. No window. No clock. Just the low hum of electricity in the walls and the steady thud of my heart in my ears.

Every sound made me
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