ANGEL
Flashing knives, silver terror glinting on silver surfaces. Needles. Pain. Pain and heat, too much of both. Hardness forcing its way into her orifaces, bruising and brutal. And behind it all, painted black eyes, painted black on glossy, ceramic, painted white.
Beauty is a curse on the world. I will set you free.
Screams, screams from everywhere. Bitter, mocking. And no release from the pain. One final scream, give us a kiss, darling.
Kimber woke up, her screams making her throat ragged, making her ears ring with remembered pain. A frenzied glance around the bedroom of the tiny apartment she was renting..it was empty. It was always empty. But she would never be alone again. He saw to that.
Kimber Henry shrank back into her covers a moment, trembling. Then she sighed heavilly and got up. This was no way to live. But what could she do?