Shouten-No-Karite

She reaches out her arms, and wraps them around him. He can't feel her. She holds him, but he can;t sense her. She looks into his eyes for the first time in her life, but he can;t see her. She tastes his lips, pressing hers against his in a desperate attempt to feel again, although neither feel anything. She holds onto him tightly, but he walks through her, like she was made of nothing. She watches him go, follows him, until he stops. She cries. She wants him to see her, to acknowledge her like he did long ago before he got headstrong, before he got arrogant, careless, cruel. He looks at her. He sees her. They see eye to eye for the first tim

She closed her eyes, before opening them again. She hated waiting like this for them. He stood at his bedroom, window, staring out at the lawn. Her lover. His eyes pierced through her soul. He registered her physical body, but didn't consider that she might have a soul. He didn't consider her right to live, to breath, to feel. Brainwashed. Another man was with him, whispering into his ear sinisterly, staring at her. That second man registered her soul, but even less of her rights than her lover did. She was a puppet to that man, behind his loving facade. She "loved" him, but only because it's easier to love your tormentor than to hate them.

She buried her face into her hands. Not again , she thought to herself. It couldn't be happening again. They'd already come during the morning. It couldn't already be the following morning, and they never visited between mornings. Maybe something's wrong, she thought to herself, Maybe they're finally going to kill me. She prays that she's right. Footsteps dredging along the ground, echoes sending shivers down her spine. She daren't speak, alike the others in the chamber below ground. There might have been countless others, hundreds. There could be nobody else with her in their own seperate rooms behind bars. She had no way of knowing. The la

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