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[shelley_winters]

Shelley cannot sleep.

The white walls and white curtains might seem airy and calming during the day, but at night it feels cold and unnervingly empty.

Can she believe Elan? No, he lies as easily as breathing. She should have told him to send her back immediately. Too late now. But he still could... No way of knowing.

The girl shivers as she stares at the pale moonlit ceiling.

(Now it is time to see how you died)

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[shelley_winters]

A short, pain filled laugh.

"Mercy. ...You."

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He lashed out at her with the back of his hand.
Hell is worth all that,
natural habitat
"Wretch!"
Just a rhyme without a reason
All light vanished from the room as he drew deeply. Pain coursing through his veins as he laughed insanely.
Neverending maze,
Drift on numbered days
"Won't serve in life? Then serve in death!"
Now your life is out of season
Hell burned through Shelley.

I will occupy
I will help you die
I will run through you
Now I rule you too

[shelley_winters]

Shelley has no time to scream. There is pain. More than ever before.

And then.

(There is only so much a heart can take)

Then it stops.

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He smiles as her heart stops beating.

"Goodbye, Lady Shelley."

Light returns to the room as some of the black flecks disappear from his eyes.

He gently kisses her lips, while grabbing the collar of her shirt.

A tear of reality opens as more black fills his eyes. He tosses Shelley's lifeless body through the portal.

The portal closes and the black disappears from his eyes as he calmly washes the blood off his hand in a basin of water.

Droplets of blood and water fall from his hands.

(For the Grave is His)