Usually the familiar routine of twisting her magic through her spiraling locks would be meditative with peace. However, she couldn't organize her thoughts. Her fingers tremble. The vibrant crimson hue that she typically adored of her hair only brought to mind a thrill of fear. Her thoughts jumble from one thought to the next in a rattling haze. Ariana wondered would she ever wake up one day and not be back in that horrid cage. The feel of biting cold chains around her wrists. The phantom aches of whip marks cutting through her back. The unbearable freezing cold that stole her life until it became a part of who she was.
Mar 22, 2023