Raz Solus
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[ooc: ded disable dw kinky]
The passage of time was impossible to tell, and yet each moment was excruciating. Her mind was a black abyss save for the abrupt flash of memory that cut in like a fragmented shard that once belonged to an ornate mosaic. She saw fire, blood and smoke in it. She saw the pained and anguished faces of people that were dying all around her. She saw dark shadows and figures, but none of it had meaning. She saw faces, so many faces, faces that looked to her as if she had purpose. As if she knew the way, as if she had the answers.
To this day, she couldn’t understand why they looked at her so. Who was she? She had been in this prison cell for so long that days blended together. She was broken and her hair was shaggy mess. She was barely given enough food to sustain her day by day, her face gaunt and body frail and weak. She only had one arm, the left one nothing but a stump. She would come to the bars each day, shouting why she was here and who was punishing her.
They used to scoff and laugh, and they always acted as if she were lying. She couldn’t explain that she wasn’t, that she truly did not understand. Her voice had grown hoarse, and she no longer shouted or called out. She remained in her corner in her cell, hugging her knees to her chest with one arm. Every now and then people snuck in past authorities to gawk at her as if she were some sort of zoo animal. They were often in disbelief and made commentary about finally ‘seeing the face behind the helmet’. What helmet?
Her head ached and throbbed, those shards of thoughts piercing into her mind from all directions. She didn’t know if it was night or day, but the place was quiet now. She rubbed her eyes with her hand, pondering on the meaning behind all the tattoos that made up her body. She hadn’t eaten the gruel they had given her tonight, feeling entirely too numb inside.
Every now and then, she would wake up in a cold sweat with faces she could have sworn she had known. The dreams always slipped through her fingers like water whenever she tried to hold on, always just out of her grasp. So she sat there like she had for many days now, curled up in the corner of her cell wondering why she was punished.
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