Decadent eyes stare transfixed into a void of deprivation.
Can nothing save this soul from hell's damnation?
The searing coals are already melting into the soft bones, making her past transgressions bleed ever so slowly.
Agony fills each ragged breath as the pain sears up her legs, past her stomach, and up into her breasts. An invisible force tilts her head back and liquid rock is poured down into her throat.
Ebony silken hair is drenched in sweat and falls across the woman's contorted face.
She tries to scream, but the lava has scorched and melted her voice into a croaking mass of decrepit nothingness.
Devoid of everything but life itself, she is left tormented and shackeled by chains of fire against her will by the outer world.
Slowly, her resolve ebbs away and the blood-shot eyes of a mangled woman rolls into the back of her head...further towards insanity.
No tears are left to cry, yet her pain is worse than before. Ever since she trespassed into this "white" world, she has been raped, maimed, scarred, beaten, bitten, torn and killed....
....What was left of an innocent child was bled out. Her will to survive will not last the morrow.
Can you feel her pain?
No....I suppose not.
So...you see why you cannot understand me when you see into my eyes? It is because I am this little girl! But the little girl is no more.
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You looked upon me when I was beaten and robbed and you looked away.
You saw me when I was begging for mercy; for anyone to help...but that is not the way of this world. You turned away in disdain.
You are no different than the world, so why beg to you?
I served your kind and I died...
...At your hand.
