Leonora Bernardi locked in the dark. Hurt for most of her life, scared of her own shadow. Not knowing what the outside world is like, she's the epitome of innocence. One look at her and it's like her aura could light up the room.
Nikolai Volkov fut...
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Oneirataxia: - the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality.
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Leonora POV
I take a glance around the dimly lit room, the bleak walls mocking me. As terror builds in my chest, I move forward but am pulled back, my arms shackled to the wall. I never left? I'm still confined, whether inside the confines of this cage or within the confines of my mind.
As cries leave my chest, the familiar noises of pouring water, chains rattling, and a slight gust of wind blowing through the break in the wall next to me, I pull hard on the chains, but nothing. They won't budge.
Footsteps get closer to me outside as I tug harder and harder on the shackles. I've got to get out of here. I'm not supposed to be here. The clicking of the lock from outside my cell resonates through the room, light blinding me once open. My heart stopping in my chest.
"Leonora. Leonora. Leonora." He tusks, making his further into my cell. I try to back away but my back is already in contact with the wall.
As he crouches down in front of me, his hand comes out to caress my face, causing me to recoil back, but he simply approaches closer.
"What a beauty you are Leonora. You'll make him so proud."
"When your ready of course." He's mentioned it previously, whoever he's talking about must be significant. And what exactly does he mean by 'when I'm ready'?
"But... your not ready yet Leonora. Not yet." He muttered this before getting up, his hands reaching behind him and unravelling something. No. No. I sob as I go closer to the wall, withdrawing away from the item I know would cause pain.
"Oh don't worry Leonora. It wont hurt... much." He said moving closer to me.
I shrink backward, retreating against the wall as I turn away from his body, which is approaching me, his arm rising to strike.
That is, until I realised something. Something that doesn't belong here. In the corner of the room, a familiar blue flower grows. The colour is extremely vibrant in comparison to the drab and black of the walls. Familiar words running through my head.
"I gave her a flower like this as a promise."
"And now I'm giving one to you."
"I promise bambina that I'll always be there. Always." (translation: baby)
"It's us against the world."
As I try to approach closer to the flowers, my hands give way through the chains as my hand comes into contact with the vividly stunning blue blossom. I delicately move it closer to my face, admiring the many colours of blue and textures.
