Sep 12, 2005 10:31
Old terrors swim through her mind. Punishment, discipline, manipulation, deceit, treachery, and broken hearts. The darkness lifts just a little.
Her eyes are closed, but the sound of viscous bubbling can be heard and the air is acrid with the smells of things exotic yet chillingly familiar.
A knife is pressed close to her throat.
Her eyes open carefully and she finds herself standing at the precipice of the seething fluids of a Lazarus Pit.
“Oh god..”
talia head,
nyssa raatko