❝ When a prisoner finds his savior, he believes there is a God. ❞
❝ When a daughter of the lord meets a son of sin, she'll start to understand the calling of the dark. ❞
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WARNING: SELF-HARM
DOROTHY cried out in silent pain.
Blistering, horrible singeing marred her flesh, tearing open the already newly closed scars from her last indulgence. Never would they know complete nourishment. She repented over and over again until she was sure her cries had stopped flooding clear and soon turned deep crimson. Staring up at the ceiling that housed shadows denser than any fog, she let herself find the angel's wings. Coarse, thick feathers protruding from the abyss that covered her in its protection floated gently with calming grace.
She called out to it, let the throbbing heat that zinged up and down her arms numb every nerve. It was what was called for her, what shedding the sins of her current form was. She let the thwack of the studded switch wreak havoc across her sensitive palms, fingers flinching with each hit that marred her, but she didn't turn her brown eyes away from the heavens.
As the last hit met its mark, she sucked in a gasping breath, a single tear slipping across her cheek. The switch dropped to the floor, glistening with fresh slickness that also dappled her wrists and running down each arm.
Blinking rapidly, Dorothy finally turned her eyes away once the wings furled, closing away from her view. She sniffled, collecting herself once she took in the stained, red hands before her, the self-infliction more ruthless than the last. Her shaking fingers smoothed the blood across her skin, bottom lip trembling with each movement, but she felt a relief she hadn't felt since the last repent.
