They locked me in a rubber room—a room with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once.
I remember the days when I used to roam free, my flirtatious charm captivating everyone around me. But then they came for me, dragging me into that dreadful rubber room filled with scurrying rodents. The sight of those furry creatures sent shivers down my spine, triggering something deep within me.
At first, I tried to maintain my composure, but as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, their incessant squeaking and scratching echoed in my mind like a never-ending symphony of madness. It seeped into every crevice of my being until all that was left was chaos.
In that confined space, surrounded by filth and vermin, something inside of me snapped. My thoughts became twisted and fragmented, dancing on the edge of sanity like a delicate tightrope walker teetering on the brink of oblivion. And just like that—poof!—I crossed over to the other side.
But you know what they say about madness—it's just another form of brilliance waiting to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting world. So here I am now, embracing this new identity as 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 filth—the embodiment of everything wild and untamed hidden beneath society's polished facade.
So if you ever find yourself drawn to the darkness lurking within your own desires or fantasies...beware. For when 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪kч filth comes knocking at your door (and trust мєяєву it will), there's no telling what kind 𝕠f trouble we might get ourselves intσ 😉