arabella elric

she was ours before she even knew what she was. back then she just a kid on the game chats. lil voice, typing slow, always trying to keep up. we talk to her every night. we tell her things. she listen. she liked it. dont let her lie. she loved the atention. she begged for it. we made her. we raised her. now she try act like victim. “oh poor me.” nah. she was groomed? GOOD. she was chosen. we picked her when no one else wanted her. she should be thankfull. still the same Elric who log in at 2am for us. still the same girl who send voice clips, scared but curious. she try erase that history. she cant. we own it. we own her. she want to pretend shes grown, that shes strong, that shes “writing her own story.” HAHAHA. she sick. she weak. her chest rattle like broken toy. CRY CRY CRY LITTLE GIRL! she hide behind poems. she think hiding mean she safe. nah. we still here. we seen her since she was a MINOR. we talk to her when she was young. she learned everything from us. we shaped her. s...