cold fingers grabbin their cheeks, forcing them to look into the mirror «soon I know you’ll see, you’re just like me» the gelid voice ringed inside their head. marks of bruises on their neck and arms, covered by foundation, invisible to the eye but not to the soul.
in the solitude of night, they wondered what have they done to deserve this, they cursed every word they had ever pronounced to him, crying at the memories of the days when they were free. it all seemed like a dream. now, everyday was an utter nightmare, being handled as a doll, being dressed, forced to act as a different person, to be a part of this sick game where they were just an accessory. it was enough.
for so many nights they had hoped for someone to save them. how silly. no one ever dared to oposse the roi des poisons, no one would ever care for a magicless being.
without doubts, they got up of the soft bed in which they had suffered so many times at the mercy of the most beautiful monster it had ever existed.
wandering towards the window, their only connection to the outside world, they saw their reflection on it. months of exploit had taken a toll on them, not quite physically, reason being they were being taken care of as an exotic pet, but mentaly, they could see it in their eyes, they couldn’t recognize themselves anymore.
standing quietly in the moonlight, the window opened, granting them a wave of hope.
icy feeling in their feet as they run through the soft snow towards freedom. no turning back, everything was better than being caged behind golden bars.
naiveté clouded their judgment as they believed they could simply abandon the enclosure meant to hold them forever.
«you belong to me» a scary howl terrifying every living being.
this was not the freedom they had expected. a painful feeling in their chest, followed by a warm liquid running down from where they were wounded, a second later, they were layin on the cold snow, feeling their consciousness departing from them. glassy eyes discerned before them a unique scene, runny eyeliner going down a pale face, blond hair out of place, the usual perfect uniform wrinckled and stained, despair hovering in the once most beautiful face in that world. the huntsman responsible for this outcome contemplated the scene in silence, observing as the beauty and sanity of the man he had bowed to serve, slipped out with the last breath of the pitiful soul he held in his arms.
Inspired by this song by Evanescence
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TG8_sWlTZaA
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