𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰.
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For as long as she keeps running, death will always follow.
Onyx knows this, but still she...
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"You're going to stay right here in this room until you can show me, until you can prove to me, that you've learned from your sins".
The woman, tall and stern showed only a small token of tenderness with the young girl, trembling in her newly tethered chains. The Mistress of St. Purchasse Children's Home stroked a hand over her cheek, sweeping away her slipping tears as if she hadn't been the very cause of them. The young girl couldn't help but lean further into her touch and the faint wrinkles of her palm. To feel them on her skin, to remind her she could feel. That she'd do anything to keep that touch with her.
That she'd do anything not to be alone.
"Please don't make me stay down here" Onyx pleaded, split lip quivering. "I'll be better I promise! I-i'll do everything you say! I'll take another beating, another punishment, I'll do all the other kids' chores, anything. Just p-please don't leave me here alone!".
"I'm sorry, 178, but this is just the way it has to be," the Mistress offered a feigned sigh of empathy, as once again, as she did with the many of the other children, she reduced the young girl to nothing more than the number inked on the back of her neck.
"If I release you from these bindings, and allow you to skip over this punishment, you will never learn your lesson".
There was a gentleness to her voice, somewhere below the sadistic front. The sinister intention behind her words managed to creep through just enough to leave the young girl hopeless with the knowledge that she couldn't be reasoned with.
"No! No please! Please don't go! Please don't leave me here in the dark!" She scrabbled forward like a frantic spider on her hands and knees as the woman turned her back callously. Until she stood in the doorway that the girl had just been violently dragged through.
She found herself jolted back at once by the collar around her neck as a hot white electric shot blasted through her, the short chain bolted to the wall, and she collapsed to her knees, bruised and bloody as a vicious wave of sobs wracked her adolescent body.
"Don't leave me in the dark!" She screeched, her voice scratching her throat with each tearful cry. "Don't leave! N-no don't leave please! Don't do this! No!".
The Mistress spared not even a glance behind her as the door to the chamber closed, leaving 178 in total darkness, her lungs surely about to combust as her breathing picked up and her panic started to settle in.
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T H U N D E R L A S H P R I S O N F O R V I L L A I N S h o u r s p a s s.
