Description
Once more you're in a cell. It's not as dark as one previous, but just as cold. The chains that bind you still are no longer there, unlike the evident use of them. The stench of blood, bodily fluids and warmth are not in this cell, it has a churning stench of its own. Unfamiliarity. Mama always told you to adapt. Better than the last she'd say. Better than the last. Once more truly exposed. Utterly bare besides the numerous scars, gashes and deep bruises that envy the galaxies themselves to decorate your womanly figure with. Mama's only form of kisses and affection. Better than the last she'd say. Better than the last. Once more tormented from the inquisitive gazes and downcast glances. You've killed many. You've been envied and praised by the most gruesome beings. Do not strike your cords of sympathy for the undeserved and useless. Mama's found a keeper in you. Better than the last she'd say. Better than the last. Once more you are defenceless. Alone in a little glass cage, observing those observing you from the other side. How I wish I could rip you apart at the seams. I yearn to hear the rattle of your final breath, who you would plead to in your final moment, your final curses at the one tearing you from this wold. Mama's taught you very well. Better than the last she'd say. Better than the last. Once more you are the new plaything. Pain has no value. Torture or tiddilywinks? Nothing but a game. The pieces can be mended, but the cracks will forever show. Mama said you were still beautiful. Better than the last she'd say. Better than the last. Once more you are faced with uncertainty. Torn away at a young age. Taught to fight for your life for the entertainment of others. Forced to please and cater in anyway necessary. Mama said you were an animal. Better than the last she'd say. Better than the last. Once more there's a knocking at the glass. Dull sapphire eyes shift underneath thick lashes. "Kireina, come." Mama forced you to obey better than the last.
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