Is this hell?
Am I still alive?
Where's Ophilious, my one and only love?
I fall down coarsely to the black under gravel beneath my feet, and cry with a soar heart.
I want to dwell in the deepest crevices without him.
I don't do well in solitary solemn.
But does anyone?
I pierce a deep howl as I cry in astonishment as I replay Ophilious's death in my mind.
''This can't be happening!'' I shriek with vengeance.
''Stupid whore!'' I strike the inky marble floor with my diminutive midget hands.
The floor shatters and cracks into shards of glass like it's as thin as ice.
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Collapsing and descending into the King's bed chambers.
There's bellowing and wailing being heard from the great bed.
From the golden head board I pull myself up briskly, and gasp despairingly as I rub my vigilant eyes.
He is seen, with his duchess in the sheets, both wrapped together like a present that's already been unraveled.
My tongue clamps to the back of my throat and he exclaims,''Why are you here!''
Anger fills my insides quickly as I unleash my hate for the whole world to see.
Hot fresh tears weep down my face as I vociferate loudly,''How could you!''
I claw my way over Ophilious and make my way to the reprobated wench as I rake my nails over the tan integument of her darling face.
All I feel is Ophilious choking me violently with a strong grip.
He always had the biggest hands...
My vision blurs as I am taken out of this world once more.
The darkness returns...
