Haunted Wood Dancing with the Devil

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It was funny how injury could help the mind attack itself, how too much pain can cause the brain to take all memories of said pain and lock them to the point of  no return. Ah, but what happens when those memories leak into dreams? Tainting them into horrors that make someone not want to sleep, to make them fear every time their eyes close? It makes them into a mess, the mess they were before the mind tried to protect them.

Pressure, his paw against her fragile body. She gave into his silent demand, pressing her frame against him even more than before as he spoke his words are thick as taffy. To her, his words were not cruel. Simplistic and ringing truth to her ears as they pricked up slightly from their pinned position. Lost and abandoned, oh how true that was. How could he know, did he see the demons reflected in her eyes? Could he see the wings she once had, torn and tattered at their feet? "Br..broken.. and.. and.. dis-discarded.." Her voice shivered and  whimpered, she knew this was true. Why else would she bare these scars?

Do you have a home to return to?

How could she have a home when she wandered in nothing but fear and dismay? She shook her head rapidly, was she trying to please this man? "I.. I.. do not.. remember.." she stated simply though her voice still cracked and shook so pitifully. Would this devil have a home for her? She shook her head again, she had to be too broken for him as well.