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A crow pecks at the flesh of your stomach, poking, prodding, tugging at your skin

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A crow pecks at the flesh of your stomach, poking, prodding, tugging at your skin. Another crow joins the previous one, and another one soon after, and then another. Your breathing becomes rapid, arms glued to the spot, leaving you unable to free yourself of them. A swarm of feathers like an inky midnight sky swarm around your body, tugging at the skin of your chest.

When your skin rips, a scream chokes out of your throat, tears roll down your cheeks. The crows only caw, devouring into your flesh and pulling it away from your bones. A sickly feminine laugh emits from their beaks, echoing off of your ears and into the darkness of the room.

You try to scream for help, to call out for anyone, you try to move your arms, to no avail, but you cannot. The crows persist, but this time you can hear light words.

"My daughter will be manifest, at last!"

"I've waited a century for this day!"

A face appears over your own, something fleshy and pink within her hands, black tear stained cheeks. She smiles down at you, brushing your cheek with the back of her hand. "Welcome home."

Her hand pushes into the caverns of your chest, ripping free the beating organ keeping you alive, somehow.

&⃫̠ .

You awake to the feeling of cool hands touching your shoulders, hair tickling your cheeks from the close proximity. Golden eyes, barely visible in the dim lighting, glitter with curiosity.

Alcina Dimitrescu hovers over you, staring down at you with a mixture of concern and curiosity. She waits for you to calm your breathing, squeezes your hand with her own very gently, softly croons in your ear.

You stare around the room with cautious eyes, hunting any sign of crows or women that weren't the inhabitants of the castle. Alcina raises a brow, confused about your behavior. "Is everything alright, pet? I heard you scream in your sleep."

Alcina helps you sit up, letting your blanket pool down into your lap, and takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

You nod, sparing a glance at the mistress to find her already looking at you. "I had a nightmare, I think." You rub at your eyes, trying to rid them of the exhaustion and calm yourself down.

"Bela has them sometimes." She tells you, and you raise a brow. Bela always seemed so put together, to hear of something like that made you curious. "Perhaps it will help you to speak of it."

"I haven't eaten anything," you sigh.

Alcina stares at you as if you'd said something in a different language. "I beg your pardon?"

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