-Edward Everett Hale
The taint on her is evident.
Shuddering muscles.
Slurred speech.
The arrogant grace of her eyes, muddied by a crawling, creeping fear.
Unsufferable.
Better she be given to the void, than allowed to continue as a shambling, creeping shell of herself.
But if she is strong...
If she is fearless...
If she can only embrace what she finds there in the dark...
She may awake to a different dawn.
Brace your shoulders against the wall as she sobs and pleads and promises every dark delight in your twisted, secret heart.
Close your eyes.
And damn the treachery that slides your hands toward her.
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