Why did she ever put herself up to this?
Amaranthe stared into the object in her hand, turning it over, and staring at it like it was some kind of despicable mess she couldn't control. Like… wow, she couldn't even think of gross things anymore. She had seen it all.
But this still surpassed it all.
How had her life turned to this… to this mess?
She grimaced and curled a lip. Emperor's arse, this was horrible.
Could she bring herself to do it? Could she really muster the nerve?
She sighed and bit into the flaky bar, shoving all gag reflexes down.
Well she did, for Sicarius's glare had come upon her.
Next one is better. Just had to make the title sequence. :D
