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#13017
June 5
8:47 p.m.


[YOU ARE WEAK! YOU DISAPPOINT ME, PET!]

The voice, the horrible whispers... it had been non-stop for hours now. She had failed her mission in the eyes of her Lord and now she was enduring the punishment. Agony wracked her body as she lay on the unforgiving concrete floor of her home where she had collapsed almost twelve hours ago now, she realized as she caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall.

[YOU RELEASED HIM! MY NEW PET! YOU DISOBEYED! TRAITOR!]

She could barely breathe, the pain was so intense. The angrier her Lord got, the more he berated her for her failings, the more intense the torture became. She didn't know how much more she could take... Her breathing was ragged and labored as she gasped for breath. Would the curse let her suffocate? As if in answer to her desperate musing, the whispers hissed through her mind once more.

[YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE YOUR PUNISHMENT THAT EASILY...]

Cora screamed as a fresh wave of pain slammed through her. Darkness soon claimed her again...
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#13018
June 6
7:09 a.m.


/...kneeling in the dirt at His feet like a good little pet... if she stopped resisting, stopped rebelling, the pain would stop... just give in and be His... like a good pet.../

"NO!" she gasped for breath, crashing back to consciousness from the nightmare (or was it a memory? She didn't even know the difference anymore...) into the fresh hell of her reality. Her body hurt from the constant torture she had endured, but if it was all in her mind... was that even logical? How could memories or nightmares cause such real pain? It didn't matter; she could still feel the magic lurking in the back of her mind, although the whispers were quiet for now.

She had to take advantage of the quiet while she could. With the cardiac problems the intense punishment seemed to trigger, there was a real risk of full cardiac arrest, she knew. There was no one here to help her this time if her heart stopped...

It wasn't safe until she was free. She had to keep fighting. She had to break free. For him...
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#13019
June 6
1:43 p.m.


The runes were simple, rudimentary at best, but they would hopefully be enough to save her life if she touched them. Theoretically the shock administered would be enough to restart the heart if it was stopped...

There had been at least two more blackouts from when she had begun working on the runestones, though she couldn't remember how long ago that was anymore. Everything was blending together into one continuous bout of punishment, rebellion, and pain. She had to keep pushing. She had to be free.

[You are MINE... You will ALWAYS be mine! I MADE YOU! MINE...]

Agony radiated from her mind... stealing her breath and assaulting her fragile body. Was someone screaming?
#13020
June 6
11:32 p.m.


...cracks... cracks like a spiderweb spreading across a pane of glass...

...every centimeter the cracks spread was sheer agony... burning, sharp, breathless...

...darkness was closing in... every push, every crack...

...more unstable... more cracking but no breaking...

... the whispers... the whispers were so angry... fury beating like a caged bird's wings...

... every push... every crack... every minute chink... yet still no breaking...

... maddening...

...everything had a breaking point...

... just have to find it.................
#13021
June 7
3:19 a.m.

/A strangled gasp for breath/
She had to keep going... there were so many cracks now... it had to break soon...


/Everything was fading, like a torch slowly being suffocated and snuffed out until everything was dark.../
Just a little further... one more push... it had to break this time... either it would or she would...



... so much PAIN... burning in her chest... was she floating?

A weak grab toward something on the table... why did everything seem so slow?

....faint-feeling.... lightheaded... more burning... more pain....

She could see her hand in front of her, reaching. Pale fingers closing around something hard and smooth.

...there were so many cracks... but everything was fading so slowly but so quickly...




/A violent jolt... rushing energy........shattering...... at last.... like a brick thrown through a window pane.... breaking........... darkness......./

[NOOOOOOOOOOooooooo......]
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