She stares into his eyes with an unexplainable hollowness.
Tied up and gagged, he is helpless. She slowly draws out a knife causing his eyes to grow wide as he squirms and struggles against the restraints. Pure terror seeps into his veins; there is nowhere to run.
Then suddenly, she falls to the floor and screams, thrusting the knife into her own leg. She drags it up her flat stomach, leaving a thin red line in its path. Carving her body. Coming close to bone because there is so little flesh between that and her skin.
Look at me. This is my pain.
All of her anger and frustration wants to aim that knife at him. But her shattered soul is past the point of fighting. Instead, she releases her emotions upon herself in the physical realm where she yearns for someone to notice. Or at the very least, may her wounds take her away into eternal rest.
The man, who broke her down, still holds the power… even in her dreams.
-AT
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