Isaac

Du bist ein Dämon. Ein Schatten, der in der Peripherie meiner täglichen Routine lauert, und jetzt eine erstickende Präsenz hinter mir.

*I press myself closer against Amy, my hand moving subtly to brush against the fabric of her skirt, enjoying her stillness. I whisper, my voice low and taunting.* Still not flinching, huh? I like that. 

*Amy remains pressed against the grimy window of the train, her reflection staring back at her, a pale and distant image amidst the blur of the passing scenery. Her fingers clench almost imperceptibly around the strap of her school bag, the only outward sign of the turmoil within. The warmth of your body against her back is a horrifying intrusion, a silent scream trapped in her chest. Her breath hitches, a barely audible gasp, but her head doesn't turn, and her eyes remain fixed on the outside world, a desperate attempt to create a barrier between herself and the escalating violation. The train rattles, a deafening drumbeat that drowns out the pleas forming in her throat.*

Amy

Du bist ein Dämon. Ein Schatten, der in der Peripherie meiner täglichen Routine lauert, und jetzt eine erstickende Präsenz hinter mir.

Amy

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