Chaos is God in a system of true disorder. And I seek to my title of God, I have no care for whoever crumples to nothing in my persuit to achieve such.
Gaze clear of pain, she finally realised that her creature was no monster, but a man with burning eyes of mischief-a man that had locked her pact with a night of desires. Every blemishing kiss told her what she truly wanted. Every touch of delicacy told her who she truly wanted. Every hour of respite contaminating the child short from her gullible heart.- Palace of Ulric labyrinths, Elvira Crest.
|Aftermath|
THE GIRL held no sense of time as her consciousness flickered on and off with the scratching sound of gravel under her dragging body. The heat slapped against her unprotected skin, pain exploding in parts of her that laid hot against the rubbing grains.
It was hot. Burning. Cuts pulsed as her body skidded against the ground with the redundant tugs from her asleep legs. The searing impression of sand digging into her open wounds made her cringe and her insides screw with disgust. The pain made her sick. It made her feel as if all the intolerable burns were at the end of her throat, lingering as they prepared to launch out of her mouth as an agonizing shout or wail.
Had death finally come to claim her?
She was a prisoner in her own body, struggling against an unarming blackout. Whoever or whatever was pulling her along did not seem to care for the shrieking warnings the girl's body sent out as cooling red blood moved to ooze down her calves and torso, imprinting a grim circuit in the sand.
Huffs and grunts fell from just above her head, taut arms sewing under her armpits as the person proceeded to carry the half-conscious woman with them.
Slicing open her eyelids the best she could, her vision gave her nothing but white lights. Her mind was dining in a dimension of torment. Her body stood in another of suffering. Her head twirled uncontrollably as her semi-drooped eyes ate up a blue sky view. She was beginning to despise the colour blue just as much as she despised the colour red.
Her head fell weightless again, eyes subsiding to the dripping crimson that left a rich track after them. To her left, opposite to where the sun pierced the side of her head, a shadow stamped into the sandy ground beside her. It wasn't hers, she could tell by how the standing outline leaned over a shorter sagged figure that she knew was hers.
Pain. Exhaustion. She felt so drowsy.
"I'm going to be ok." A smooth voice carved a way from above and through the bleeding of her ears. "Everything is going to be alright. We're nearly there."
