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nott_caine) wrote2014-08-13 04:00 pm
nott_caine) wrote2014-08-13 04:00 pm
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Nightmares - (Prague 2025)
Flickering lights burn at her eyes. The buzz of fluorescent bulbs are overhead. She can hear movement, multiple bodies shifting around her, blinded by the white glow of the lamps. The table under her is cold and hard, leather and chains pinching into her skin as it is tightened, meant to contend with her potence.
"Where am I?" She asks again, the same question, repeated for years but never answered. "Why are you doing this?!"
Only silence, maddening and suffocating silence. It cuts as deep as their blades, as harshly as their lashes, torturing her worse than any physical action they have made against her. They know this. Nothingness driving her further into insanity.
"ANSWER ME!" She screams at them, struggling to sit up. The binds rip into her skin, reopening unhealed wounds, causing more damage to her. Her vitae trickles down to her hands, dripping between her fingers.
Her voice still vibrates in the air, remaining long after the sound dissipated. The question thick in the air.
Then the drill whirrs to life.
***
Her scream pierces the night, as shrill and high as the drill. For a moment, she doesn't realize it's her making the noise. Her body shaking, darting forward to fight off any opponents in front of her.
"Selene!"
She's shaking, so close to triggering as she lashes out at the form beside her. Hands catch her wrists, arms pulling her forward to rest against a body she needs to ground herself. "You're safe! You're home!"
Joshua.
Her eyes find his, those comforting and loving orbs that pull her in, shielding her from the terror at her back. She's safe, she's free. He saw to that.
"Was it the same dream?" He asks her, knowing the answer already, pulling her into his embrace.
"It...won't stop..." she whispers, letting tears fall from her eyes, succumbing to his comfort and safety net.
"They're dead, Selene. They won't come back."
"...Not until tomorrow night..."
"Where am I?" She asks again, the same question, repeated for years but never answered. "Why are you doing this?!"
Only silence, maddening and suffocating silence. It cuts as deep as their blades, as harshly as their lashes, torturing her worse than any physical action they have made against her. They know this. Nothingness driving her further into insanity.
"ANSWER ME!" She screams at them, struggling to sit up. The binds rip into her skin, reopening unhealed wounds, causing more damage to her. Her vitae trickles down to her hands, dripping between her fingers.
Her voice still vibrates in the air, remaining long after the sound dissipated. The question thick in the air.
Then the drill whirrs to life.
***
Her scream pierces the night, as shrill and high as the drill. For a moment, she doesn't realize it's her making the noise. Her body shaking, darting forward to fight off any opponents in front of her.
"Selene!"
She's shaking, so close to triggering as she lashes out at the form beside her. Hands catch her wrists, arms pulling her forward to rest against a body she needs to ground herself. "You're safe! You're home!"
Joshua.
Her eyes find his, those comforting and loving orbs that pull her in, shielding her from the terror at her back. She's safe, she's free. He saw to that.
"Was it the same dream?" He asks her, knowing the answer already, pulling her into his embrace.
"It...won't stop..." she whispers, letting tears fall from her eyes, succumbing to his comfort and safety net.
"They're dead, Selene. They won't come back."
"...Not until tomorrow night..."