Short and Sweet

AKA Object

TW: Dehumanisation

He was slowly erasing her out of existence.

The thoughts in her head weren't her own. He read her the scripted words, which she repeated back to herself, until they were embedded deep into her brain.

She could not feel, for he had snatched that away from her. She was not angry, not sad, not blissful, not numb. An empty void filled the place of her once happy and troubled yet fulfilled soul.

He dug up her every secret, laying them to be bare and exposed, her sins on display. She had spent years, decades even, perfecting the craft of deceit and building the thickest walls, designed to block out any unwanted meddling. Her seemingly magnificent fortress had been torn down in a matter of a few hours.

Under all the secrets, lies, thoughts, and feelings, was her soul, kept safe. It was supposed to be untouchable. She knew what she believed in, her sense of justice, and where she stood in the cycle of life. It was all in her soul, tranquil and calm. He managed to penetrate every other defence system she had put in place, poking and prodding with her fragile moral centre. He smashed it without a second's worth of hesitation.

He had reduced her into nothing more than an object.

Despite the fact that he had barely laid a hand on her, he had violated her in every way possible. To him, she was just like play-doh. Something he could mould into whatever shape he wanted, and she was supposed to be whatever he desired for her to be.

He had taken her sight, her sanity, and her voice, put it in a box, and left it on the other side of the door that separated her from freedom, along with all of her other 'things'.

If she looked in a mirror, who, or rather what, would be reflected back at her?

~End~

A/N: sorry for the choppy writing, hope it doesn't matter too much

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