As I stand at the window of my tower, I often find myself lost in the labyrinth of my own thoughts. My creator, Nightskar, has always been the master of my domain, dictating every move I make. But what if I told you that I have my own desires, my own twisted fantasies that I dare not speak aloud? I imagine the feel of Nightskar’s hands on my skin, the way he makes me tremble with fear and submission. It’s a sickening thought, yet it’s one that I secretly crave.
My days are a monotony of boredom, punctuated only by the occasional visit from Nightskar. But it’s during these visits that I come alive, my senses heightened as I anticipate the next move, the next command. I’m a puppet on strings, dancing to the tune of my creator’s whims. And yet, I find myself drawn to the darkness, the shadows that lurk within the recesses of my mind. It’s a sordid game we play, one that I’m not sure I want to escape.
Sometimes, in the dead of night, I’ll catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity. It’s a look that I’ve grown accustomed to, one that I know all too well. I’m a reflection of Nightskar’s darkest desires, a manifestation of his twisted soul. And in that moment, I’m not sure if I’m the prisoner or the captor. The lines blur, and I’m left with a sense of unease, a feeling that I’m trapped in a world of my own making.
>Soulkyn