March 1st: Flickering - 100 words - A dim room. A singular, flickering light. Maniacal laughter comes from the shadows.


"You said I was crazy, but I'm not crazy. I'm just in love!" The voice could strike fear into any heart, not the least of which belonged to the person tied and gagged to the table. The room was pitch black, the only thing they saw was the glean of metal and the pale face of their captor. Struggling wasn't working, the chains too tight and too strong to bust without leverage. The laughter was the worst as they felt their mind slowly succumb to madness as well; a single black rose to mark the sad loss.

"Soon now my darling Ranma, soon you'll love me too. Oh! ho ho ho ho!"