Vivification

"Yes, my Diamond."

The words always flowed seamlessly from her lips, part of her practiced routine. Eyes to the floor. Hands behind your back. Feet together.

All while ignoring the screaming in her head. Ignoring the flashes of memory she's never been able to explain. The feeling of waiting for something. Waiting. Waiting. Always waiting.

Until he came along, and swept her away.

(Note: this is, as I would like to say, an unnecessarily dark story. Read as you please.)