Itrapped || FORSAKEN

The winter season has always been a pleasant part of your life. Looking forward to the holidays, meetings with friends — all this will be left behind, now.

You were crawling through the snow in an open field, leaving a trail of blood behind you. The cold eased the pain, but it also tingled uncomfortably in the limbs, and the body could freeze from the cold. Or else from death. You have fallen into the trap again, or rather, this time you have become the next victim.

Itrapped walked slowly towards you, humming a melody that resembled either a lullaby or a victory cry. Your bright red blood flowed from his sword, and his silhouette was smeared among the white snow and wind. He seemed different for this place, as if he had come from somewhere far away. From somewhere where no one comes from. The emotional pain weighed more heavily on my heart than the physical one. You felt this betrayal, this pain, but when you raised your sword to defend yourself, Itrapped looked at you arrogantly and slammed his sword into yours, knocking it aside for several meters, causing it to crash the blade into the ground Itrapped stepped on your neck, pressing hard on it, not caring if you were breathing or not. He raised his sword and pointed it at your face.

—"I'm sorry, dear friend, but you're taking up too much of my time, I don't need you anymore."

He spoke coldly and confidently, and then took his foot away. He slowly squatted down next to you and wiped the tear on your cheek with his thumb.

—"Come on, cry some more." Cry again. Blame me... - He paused - And the fuck to do it, huh?"

He asked in a sarcastic tone and roughly pressed on your temple, smearing blood on your face.

— "Do you think I don't see how you dream of dying? Do you think you have freedom of thought? I am your thoughts, I am your pain. Even your fear belongs to me."

He laughed dryly. It wasn't sincere, it was just for pressure.

—"I love you so much... I hate you so much."