Torture
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We are all familiar with Death. Not dying, but the demon. What most people don't know is that Death is capable of pity, caring for people who don't deserve terrible things. Those people mostly consist of children, abused and broken. This story isn't about Death, though. It's about his daughter, Torture. Some say that Torture is a myth, or a spirit, or a human, or an angel, or a demon. But, I can assure you that she is all of those things. Torture isn't normally seen, therefore believed to be a myth. Torture can be felt, therefore a spirit. Torture saves those who don't deserve their fate, therefore an angel. Torture is only seen when she does not care to be seen, making her nearly human. Torture shows no mercy, making her a demon. Now, in a predicament, she must do more than torture. She must love and protect.
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses; and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the other ones. The ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats-to meet expectations-and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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