Reaper's War

Chapter 16: Corruption

A/N: Hey beautiful people. It's been a full 7 days since I last updated so here's the next chapter! This week's literally gone by in a flash.

On another note, my writing is slowing down again. The impending writer's block is coming again. But don't worry, I have up to chapter 22 written up.

The girl was back in the world she knew nothing of; back in the dark void of nothingness where she felt nothing, heard nothing, saw nothing and could smell nothing.

Not until she squeezed her eyes shut and wished to be out of the dark space. The world changed and she was back in the place where her nightmare first began. The evil woman from before was there, sitting on a throne of black steel. Or at least she thought it was steel. It could've been a completely different metal for all she knew.

The pale woman before her looked to be asleep, a veined hand holding her head up as she seemingly slumbered.
The girl was mistaken to step forwards. She was mistaken to reach a hand out towards her.

The woman's free hand shot up to the girl's outstretched limb, holding it with an iron grip and digging her sharp nails into the exposed flesh.
The girl yelped in surprise and pain, trying to jump backwards to a safe distance.

"You are not very intelligent are you? Considering what transpired the last time you were here, I would have thought you would have at least gained some brain cells. I suppose I expected too much from you." The woman said, her voice smooth and silky, as though it could ensnare you like a spider's web.

The girl looked up into crimson eyes, fear lancing through her heart at the sight. The woman before her was the same as before, apart from the new clothing clinging to her body. Veins still spouted across her face, arms and whatever skin was revealed.

"Although, I am quite surprised how quickly your soul is beginning to fade. I'm actually astounded how fast your body is failing as well. It is a great shame I will not be able to call you here after this or be able to torment you." The woman continued, the most evil smile the girl had ever seen spreading across her face, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

As the girl opted to stay silent, the woman continued, standing from her throne and dragging the girl by her arm across the throne room.
"Would you like to see what has become of your soul? I know I want you to see. Besides, you don't really have a choice in the matter." The woman chuckled as she threw the girl in front of a curtained part of the wall, standing behind her and grabbing her by the shoulders to keep her from running. Not that she could ever hope to escape.

"Pull the curtain down, little Schnee. Let yourself see what your soul has become." The mirth in the pale woman's voice was unnerving to the girl but she did as she was told, lest she be at the receiving end of her rage.

The curtain fell with a thwump on the floor, a mirror behind. The girl's reflection stared back but it wasn't what she expected. It wasn't entirely her that looked back.

Eyes of blood and anger, face of crawling red veins and skin of death reflected in the mirror.
The girl tried to step back, she tried to look away but her attempts were in vain.
The woman held her in place and gripped her chin with enough force that she couldn't and wouldn't be able to look away.
The next best thing was just to close her eyes.

The hand on her chin swiftly moved to grasping her throat, squeezing hard enough until her eyes flew open and her own hands shot up to the pale, cold hand. She tried to pry it away but it only became tighter around her neck, cutting off her air supply. If she actually needed air to begin with, she didn't know as her airways were still being crushed.