Page 2 of Knot Your Fated M.U.S.E.

But always pain.

Needle slides in. Burns. Scream tears throat.

No one hears. No one cares.

Shadows dance.

Whisper.

They're my only friends now.

Listen,they say.

Listen to our song.

But white coats don't like it when I listen.

Don't like when I speak to shadows.

More needles when I do.

More pain.

"Remarkable," they murmur.

Write in charts.

"M.U.S.E. showing increased sensitivity."

M.U.S.E.

Mentally insane.

Unsatisfactory.

Scentless.

Excelled.

Their perfect experiment.

Their broken toy.

Had hope once. Dreamed of rescue. Of freedom.

Not anymore…

This is life now.

These white walls. These endless tests.

This gnawing hunger.

Home. Prison. Hell.

Sometimes remember before.

Warm hands. Soft voice. Mother?

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