The weeks that followed were empty and without energy. I carried through my tasks and the Dark One's orders with barely a word, the typical "Yes Dark One," "No Dark One," "As you wish Dark One," "Right away Dark One."
She on the other hand was constantly irritated, but never loud or abusive. The two of us barely spoke and if I could help it I avoided her gaze, and always left her presence the moment I could.
To say the least the situation was forced, depressing, awkward, and tense.
As for me every so often I would rub the spot on my hand where my ring finger used to be. Everytime I picked something up with my left hand I could feel it, or rather not feel it.
All of it, filled me with a dark bitterness that upon thinking about it, the cause and consequences bled all feeling out of me. Save for one.
Worthlessness.
While carrying though my daily chores, I saw the candle's flame on the wall change color.
Another guest was here.
My heart sank deeper into despair; for the poor soul who is in her clutches and the recollection of my pain.
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Black Thread (CPN) - Part I
Lãng mạnA cowardly man forced to serve an ancient and powerful Witch. A dark and mysterious woman with magic and powers beyond comprehension. She seeks something almost unobtainable. What kind of path will these two walk? What kind of pain awaits them? Wha...
