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She remembers the pain
So smooth, so calm. She was so tempted
to stroke it, caress it. But she wouldn't.
Not again.
She remembers the gasp of pure agony,
that she couldn't help but release from her body
when she first made contact with it.
It hurt that much.
Hurt much more then the angry pangs she would occasionally feel.
Those she had only grown used to, in their natural prescence, but this...
This was bad.
She remembers the raw scratches along the back of her throat.
She remembers the wails that engulfed her when she received the blow.
Oh those terrible cries; each one longer, never faltering, coming from
her very core; as though they had always been there. Only needing the
right persuasion.
She remembers its voice, its smirk, its ignorant excuses.
Mumbling, fumbling, trying to grasp at the sturdy ropes.
It knew they would always hold it. Although unbeknownst to it, this time
those ropes would slip around its throat, a noose.
Like the times her fingers would scrape her flesh, her purpose was true.
Never look down upon their faces. She would only cling to the hope,
the relief, and the anger that they brought with them.
She remembers the disgust. The utter revulsion in the voice. This
superior, forever stand over her. Watching her, judging her. Praising
her? Never. Only seeming to forever scold.
Her captor, the precious. That parasite that had caused her this misery.
She could not trust herself around it. She only willed to terminate it.
Erase its very exsistence.
Until then, she dreamed of a time when someone would so consumingly
possess her she would never need alter her course.
She remembers her attempts. Attempts at sanity. She had almost accomplished
it. Had managed to secure one safe mean of proper attributes. Until it was
swept away. She was willing to fume behind its back, but no. They had
both been painted with the same brush once again. It was that realization
that had forced her to alarn her savior. So silent tonight. The guilt
of disturbing him great. It almost numbed the pain. She had been hasty,
but what was she to do? She had been ready to leave. Was considering
right now. Who needed to stay here? Everything would remind her of
that incident more then any bruise or face ever could.
She remembers the distractions. She remembers the heat, as it spread on
her fingertips. Comforted her perhaps. She longed to capture it, press
it to the wound. Pray that maybe, as it grew weak, so would her sense
of incompletion.
She remembers only hours before, planning on doing these simple tasks.
Would they bring the superior pleasure? That fear consumed her. Hoping
that tonight there would be no seemingly empty threats.
She remembers nothing but a blur. Doing but a simple chore.
She remembers almost stone cold precision.
She remembers no end, as the warmth faded away, and the words spilt
from her mind.
She remembers the tears. Streaming from her face too easily. As she
heard the disgust she cursed those tears. Being showed again and again
how well they could work, but no, not for her.
She remembers nothing of the direct events that lead to her humiliation,
only the feelings slipping.
She remembers momentarily wondering if slowly layer by layer of she
would shut down. If it could possibly occur before the superior arrived.
Awakening her, only to remind her of the evil she had committed.
She remembers the exhaustion, that began so rapidly. Exhaustion that could
halt a thousand breaths. Maybe tonight would be the night she slept, and just
didn't get up. But no. Although wounded there were still battles to fight.
Kindess a thing of the past, as it waited for her to laugh away the stain.
Not this time. Not while she saw it lurking on the surface.
So soon the lights found her. Forcing her to prepare, awaiting for them
both to appear out of the darkness this fortress could offer. A sin yet
a blessing combined.
She would die there someday. She would remember that.

Description
She remembers the pain
So smooth, so calm. She was so tempted
to stroke it, caress it. But she wouldn't.
Not again.
She remembers the gasp of pure agony,
that she couldn't help but release from her body
when she first made contact with it.
It hurt that much.
Hurt much more then the angry pangs she would occasionally feel.
Those she had only grown used to, in their natural prescence, but this...
This was bad.
She remembers the raw scratches along the back of her throat.
She remembers the wails that engulfed her when she received the blow.
Oh those terrible cries; each one longer, never faltering, coming from
her very core; as though they had always been there. Only needing the
right persuasion.
She remembers its voice, its smirk, its ignorant excuses.
Mumbling, fumbling, trying to grasp at the sturdy ropes.
It knew they would always hold it. Although unbeknownst to it, this time
those ropes would slip around its throat, a noose.
Like the times her fingers would scrape her flesh, her purpose was true.
Never look down upon their faces. She would only cling to the hope,
the relief, and the anger that they brought with them.
She remembers the disgust. The utter revulsion in the voice. This
superior, forever stand over her. Watching her, judging her. Praising
her? Never. Only seeming to forever scold.
Her captor, the precious. That parasite that had caused her this misery.
She could not trust herself around it. She only willed to terminate it.
Erase its very exsistence.
Until then, she dreamed of a time when someone would so consumingly
possess her she would never need alter her course.
She remembers her attempts. Attempts at sanity. She had almost accomplished
it. Had managed to secure one safe mean of proper attributes. Until it was
swept away. She was willing to fume behind its back, but no. They had
both been painted with the same brush once again. It was that realization
that had forced her to alarn her savior. So silent tonight. The guilt
of disturbing him great. It almost numbed the pain. She had been hasty,
but what was she to do? She had been ready to leave. Was considering
right now. Who needed to stay here? Everything would remind her of
that incident more then any bruise or face ever could.
She remembers the distractions. She remembers the heat, as it spread on
her fingertips. Comforted her perhaps. She longed to capture it, press
it to the wound. Pray that maybe, as it grew weak, so would her sense
of incompletion.
She remembers only hours before, planning on doing these simple tasks.
Would they bring the superior pleasure? That fear consumed her. Hoping
that tonight there would be no seemingly empty threats.
She remembers nothing but a blur. Doing but a simple chore.
She remembers almost stone cold precision.
She remembers no end, as the warmth faded away, and the words spilt
from her mind.
She remembers the tears. Streaming from her face too easily. As she
heard the disgust she cursed those tears. Being showed again and again
how well they could work, but no, not for her.
She remembers nothing of the direct events that lead to her humiliation,
only the feelings slipping.
She remembers momentarily wondering if slowly layer by layer of she
would shut down. If it could possibly occur before the superior arrived.
Awakening her, only to remind her of the evil she had committed.
She remembers the exhaustion, that began so rapidly. Exhaustion that could
halt a thousand breaths. Maybe tonight would be the night she slept, and just
didn't get up. But no. Although wounded there were still battles to fight.
Kindess a thing of the past, as it waited for her to laugh away the stain.
Not this time. Not while she saw it lurking on the surface.
So soon the lights found her. Forcing her to prepare, awaiting for them
both to appear out of the darkness this fortress could offer. A sin yet
a blessing combined.
She would die there someday. She would remember that.