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Awakening into the Pain
Pain. It was what told her she was alive. So they had not killed her, she thought bitterly, why couldn't it be over? She opened her eyes, the creatures surrounded her. She lay on a stone slab that could have been a table. The beautiful gown that she had been wearing was gone, she was uncovered. Alone, the terror was all around her. That was when they pain began. They flipped her onto her front, which was burning from the burning peach substance that covered her body. Her useless, broken wings were being yanked upon. She wept silently in agony. All of a sudden, the pain in her back increased one hundred folds, she screeched from the red-hot flame on her back. Out of the corner of her swollen eye she saw her wings flutter to the floor, bloodied and torn. Her crying became more intense, why won't they just kill me and get it over with? Her mind screamed. She would never fly again, she would never walk freely in the beautiful trees of her home, and everyone she had known and loved was gone. Yet still they tortured her, the pain and shamefulness of it all tore at her soul. The creatures standing over her seemed to have much discomfort over her agony, but grim faced they grabbed her ears. She felt her ears as they were twisted, pulled upwards. She sobbed but not over the agony of the pain, that was already too much for her tears. It was the last trace she had of her people, the beautiful teardrop ears that all her race had born. They were gone as well, twisted and mutilated as they were pulled upwards. She screamed as she saw the blade approach her face. They couldn't cut her ears off! She thought franticly. Yet still the blade came on, she was already paralyzed from her torture. This time, the agony that came from her ears was so white-hot that she passed once again into shadow, gratefully this time. When she once again awoke, the pain in her tortured body was somewhat lessened, but it was enough to make her weep, why, why, her muddled and groggy thoughts floated around the air. Her tormentor flinched visibly as her thoughts reached their minds. "
Awakening into the Pain
Pain. It was what told her she was alive. So they had not killed her, she thought bitterly, why couldn't it be over? She opened her eyes, the creatures surrounded her. She lay on a stone slab that could have been a table. The beautiful gown that she had been wearing was gone, she was uncovered. Alone, the terror was all around her. That was when they pain began. They flipped her onto her front, which was burning from the burning peach substance that covered her body. Her useless, broken wings were being yanked upon. She wept silently in agony. All of a sudden, the pain in her back increased one hundred folds, she screeched from the red-hot flame on her back. Out of the corner of her swollen eye she saw her wings flutter to the floor, bloodied and torn. Her crying became more intense, why won't they just kill me and get it over with? Her mind screamed. She would never fly again, she would never walk freely in the beautiful trees of her home, and everyone she had known and loved was gone. Yet still they tortured her, the pain and shamefulness of it all tore at her soul. The creatures standing over her seemed to have much discomfort over her agony, but grim faced they grabbed her ears. She felt her ears as they were twisted, pulled upwards. She sobbed but not over the agony of the pain, that was already too much for her tears. It was the last trace she had of her people, the beautiful teardrop ears that all her race had born. They were gone as well, twisted and mutilated as they were pulled upwards. She screamed as she saw the blade approach her face. They couldn't cut her ears off! She thought franticly. Yet still the blade came on, she was already paralyzed from her torture. This time, the agony that came from her ears was so white-hot that she passed once again into shadow, gratefully this time. When she once again awoke, the pain in her tortured body was somewhat lessened, but it was enough to make her weep, why, why, her muddled and groggy thoughts floated around the air. Her tormentor flinched visibly as her thoughts reached their minds. "