10-08-2018, 01:51 AM
((Standing by that previously stated trigger warning ijs.))
She thought she knew pain. She knew nothing until the devil tore himself free of her, pulling her skin along with him, leaving her raw, oozing burns exposed along her back and hindquarters. She cried out and stumbled, but the agony of horrific wounds didn’t stop her from trying to run as soon as he let her go.
To no avail, of course. A brief moment of hope was quickly crushed as he smashed her into another tree, jagged bark tearing her open, the force enough to damage her ribs and add another layer to her suffering. Over and over, he found new ways to torture and torment her until everything fell away but the nightmare her life had become.
She lost herself to the ebb and flow of pain, an endless sea she drowned in over and over. He marked her with fire and the peeling away of her flesh, with bites and bruises and brutality, and she fought him with every breath. She fought in new ways now, without the energy to struggle to break free only to provoke him and drag him higher. She fought instead to hold onto herself, to survive him.
He dragged her through hell, taught her what it was to burn, tried over and over to break her, and still her dull eyes flashed with weary rebellion. Still, she looked up at him with raw lips twisted in the barest hint of a sneer. Her body gave out beneath him and she fell to the ground, and still she stared up at him as the edges of the world bled black. Never, she mouthed as her head hit the dirt and her eyes lost the fight to stay open.
She thought she knew pain. She knew nothing until the devil tore himself free of her, pulling her skin along with him, leaving her raw, oozing burns exposed along her back and hindquarters. She cried out and stumbled, but the agony of horrific wounds didn’t stop her from trying to run as soon as he let her go.
To no avail, of course. A brief moment of hope was quickly crushed as he smashed her into another tree, jagged bark tearing her open, the force enough to damage her ribs and add another layer to her suffering. Over and over, he found new ways to torture and torment her until everything fell away but the nightmare her life had become.
She lost herself to the ebb and flow of pain, an endless sea she drowned in over and over. He marked her with fire and the peeling away of her flesh, with bites and bruises and brutality, and she fought him with every breath. She fought in new ways now, without the energy to struggle to break free only to provoke him and drag him higher. She fought instead to hold onto herself, to survive him.
He dragged her through hell, taught her what it was to burn, tried over and over to break her, and still her dull eyes flashed with weary rebellion. Still, she looked up at him with raw lips twisted in the barest hint of a sneer. Her body gave out beneath him and she fell to the ground, and still she stared up at him as the edges of the world bled black. Never, she mouthed as her head hit the dirt and her eyes lost the fight to stay open.