the birth of the unihorn. in Contusions.

He pointed at the centre of the square, and told me to stand there.
Don’t you dare move.
He made me count.
1
2
3
4
no please stop
plea
sse
5
please
6
7
8
9
no please I can’t
10
.
Today, I love squares. I love the countdown. I love the pain.

What the fuck?