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If Ciel had any previously-held doubts that her soul was already corrupt, doomed, and as good as demon-fodder, that night had deminished them all. At last a long night of pain, interrupted only by quiet lulls of fitful sleep, had given way into the longest damn dawn on record. The morning found Ciel curled on her side, with her legs tucked against her chest under her billowing nightgown, trying studiously to even her breathing and ignore the sharp, impacted pain running through her abdomen and back, like a giant hand holding her spine in a vicelike grip.
If god was at all merciful, she would just pass out from the pain and re-emerge a week later, well-rested and back to her usual spirits. Or possibly just die, whichever happened soonest However knowing what she knew made such thoughts a fait accompli - she would suffer through every damned minute of this hell, and there would be no reprieve.
With a muffled whimper, she turned her face into her pillow and willed the sun to rise just that much faster.
If god was at all merciful, she would just pass out from the pain and re-emerge a week later, well-rested and back to her usual spirits. Or possibly just die, whichever happened soonest However knowing what she knew made such thoughts a fait accompli - she would suffer through every damned minute of this hell, and there would be no reprieve.
With a muffled whimper, she turned her face into her pillow and willed the sun to rise just that much faster.