Into Her Darkness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


Beware of the Devil. The one that they called... Caramella Acapella.

Beware of her glowy yellow Eyes. The one that she will use to seduce you.

Beware of her Fangs. The one that she will use to rip you apart.

Beware of her Circus. The one that is the gateway to Hell.

Beware of Her.

The last thing that I remember. Was that bitch Jezebel pulling a gun, and aiming it at my head. After that. I saw a flash and next thing you know; I wake up in this dark room. Naked and covered in chains, burning chains if I may say. Hell. The entire room is fucking hot, not a single cold breeze. I’m not sure if this is a Hospital or some creepy yet kinky sex dungeon... But of the worst kind.

I begin to think about my past for some reason. Name. Miranda Mirage, yet I rather people called me by my stage name. Caramella Acapella. I remembered not being raised well, mostly because my mother loved abusing me, and my father. We'll let say he loved touching his baby girl. What the funny part is that, for someone “Normal” they will be traumatized, afraid, depressed. Me? I actually like it. It made me feel alive and excited. I never question why they did what they did. I just figure them as monsters that ended up creating a far worse monster. Of course, it didn’t last long. One night. As my mother did her ritual punishment on me, by shoving a fork on my hand, my head clicks for a moment. All I heard was “Do it”. I grab the fork and went for her eye. The poor woman screams and fell to the floor, crawling back to a wall while I got closer, laughing that I would hold my pain yet she couldn’t. I killed my mother and felt no regret. Now for my father. Honestly, I just gave him a lovely kiss and silently stab into his throat. The look of his face, it made me smile.

Can’t remember what happened next. I was 22 by then and I started working on this circus with this person. Lovely man, very kind and cared for me. He died in his sleep but that what everyone believes in, what truly happened was that he died of poisoning. By me. he gave me full control of his circus before his death, so while he was kind and nice, he was also useless to me, so I poison his medicine and saw him grab his chest as he fights for oxygen. And he gave me one last look, a look of fear, I look back with a smile. After his death, I decided to change the circus-style, I’m not a religious person but the satanic culture was very fascinating for me. Don’t know why but the dim red light and the "fake" screams that we put around, really made this circus more alive.

I’m going to be straight with you. A circus is probably the most perfect place to find new toys. And by toys, I mean kids. Now. Kids are very innocent and easy to break. Grabbing one while no one is watching and then enjoyed my time, I love hearing them cried and begging for their own parents. Maybe it because it reminds me of my childhood. Maybe it because of how weak they are compared to me when I was, their age. Of course, after two weeks of fun they mind are finally broken and they will to even speak gone. Which makes it easy to tie up the mouth so they are permanently quiet, silence as they should be. Once I get bored with them, I simply burned them alive. It just so much fun seeing them slowing leaving this world in pain, I can hear them scream again. Funny. I can hear them screaming in this weird place, the same screams. I’m beginning to wonder if this place is Hell.

Then ten years later, she came, a light brown girl, with curly brown hair and bright purple eyes with purple lipstick to combine. Jezebel. That fucking bitch. She ruins everything that I build upon. Yeah cute 20-year-old girl, but very nosey brat, I never understand why that Sleazy Zeke send her to work with me. I should have kicked her out before she found out about my dungeon with all the missing kids. Now Jezebel. She was just too pure. Always willing to help others in need, pfff didn’t see her as a danger. But then a few weeks later she pulls a gun on me. Of course, this was probably having to do with that scavenger rodent of a girl that she made a friend with. She was probably angry that I killed her by bashing her skull with my staff and then feed it to the dogs. Funny, I can still hear how the dogs rip her to shred in this room. Anyway. Jezebel pulls the trigger and here I am.

Perhaps this is Hell, which means that I am finally dead. Pity, there was so much that I wanted to do. So many people that I wanted to torture. Still, this isn't so bad. I can hear the scream of fear and pain from all that I have made suffer, I can hear them begging for it to end, the sound of misery makes me laugh. I always thought that Hell was a place to suffer, but I am enjoying this. Oh, I cannot wait for that ungrateful Bitch to end up here, I hope she ends up here just so I can hear her scream in fear and pain. While I laugh and laugh as hard as I can just so she can hear it. I remember what Sleazy Zeke once said, “Everyone has their own Hell” I never thought he would be right in some way. This is my Hell, and it a Hell for all of you. I will be waiting for you, Jezebel...


Submitted: October 16, 2020

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