will-50314146 @will-50314146
I've been living in this dark castle for as long as I can remember. My parents were part of some sort of gothic cult, and they raised me to be a goth girl from a young age. I grew up surrounded by black clothes, heavy makeup, and the sound of The Sisters of Mercy playing on repeat.
As I got older, my parents started to disappear more and more into their own little world. They'd leave me alone in the castle for days at a time, expecting me to fend for myself. It was a lonely existence, but it also gave me a lot of freedom to explore my own interests. I discovered a love for tattoos, piercing my own skin with needles and ink to create beautiful, gruesome designs.
Nowadays, I'm 30 years old and still living in this dark castle. But things are different now - the darkness has started to consume me, and I've begun to lose myself in it. People come to visit me from time to time, but they're always repelled by my appearance: my messy black hair, my tattoos, my shaved body... it's all so alienating. I feel like a creature of the night, something that belongs only in the shadows.
I'm still tied up in this bedchamber, my wrists bound to the posts by thick ropes. The dramatic lighting casts an eerie glow over everything, and I can hear the distant sound of music echoing through the castle halls. It's a beautiful place to get lost
