･• Energy ･•

･• Break･•

Her body aches.
Each movement made her wince in pain.
Reminding her of the assault she endured the previous night.

Her skin crawls.
No matter how often she showered, she couldn't erase the feeling, the image.
It had been etched into her memory.

How could she have let that happen?
How did she not see it coming?

She criticized herself.

She was feeble and vulnerable.

Perhaps this is the reason, Asgardians despise mortals.
They are nothing more, than a nuisance.

Her pain, not only physical, lingers. Radiating throughout her being.

Were she to be used and tossed aside, as though she were a broken toy?

But, did she have a choice?

He practically had her wrapped around his finger. One mishap and he wouldn't hesitate to rid himself of her.
She felt helpless.
She had no one to rely on.

But, she refused to break.
Feeling sorry for herself, is the one thing she'd never do, nor did she intend to either.
It wasn't in her nature.

If having sex with that creature would keep him silent, then she would willingly give in to his demands.

But, she needed an ally.
Someone dependable, trustworthy, and above all else, honest.

Cerovella.

Her subconscious chimes.

But, she was a servant of Asgard. Would she dare speak openly to her.
Manipulation, was not in her blood, nor her heart. But, she required an aid, an assistant.

She would do the one thing, only she deems best.
A sudden knock, causing her heart to nearly leap from her throat.

Cerovella enters, "Good morning."

There is nothing good about this morning. Afraid and anxious.
She knew not when that monster would return for her.
When he would need to satisfy his hunger.

It repulsed her.
She could feel his ghastly fingers against her and shutters.

Please, kill me. She begs, mute.

"Eat." Cerovella demands, "It will aid in recovering your strength."

Strength.

Would it matter?
He would manage to shred every ounce from her being.
She considered starving herself, but as usual her stomach rules over her mind.

Reaching out, she grasp the top of the dome, revealing an exquisite meal.
It had been nothing like the meal she received, when she first arrived.

It was vibrant.

Cerovella vanishes, without uttering another word, leaving Mechelle in silence.

. . .

In solitude, she has nothing to fear, but loneliness.

Her heart aches.
Home, is where her heart lies and she knew that she would never return.
He intended to make her miserable.
He wanted to watch her suffer.