"are you okay in there?"
she was perspiring
and she was writhing her hollowed out body, in a desperate attempt to escape her captivity.
silent sobs, her silence only let her mind explore.
her head was so loud, it was almost deafening...
she hadn't felt good enough.
she wasn't his idea of beauty.
"i-i'm coming in..." she could hear ryker's warning but she hadn't had the strength to speak.
she had absolutely no potency left from her forlorn endeavor that had her grasping to hold onto what little reality she possessed, blackness succeeding in dragging her desolate body away.
she hadn't eaten, her body displaying the symptoms of a drug addict going through withdrawal.
he used to make sure she'd eaten three times a day but since she seemed to be gaining, he put her on a strict diet.
she hadn't followed it in days.
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beautiful
Short Storystory #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-
