The yelling made her flinch, the confusion sparked from the amount of dehydration and lack of food in her system.
❝ my father. .?
speaking of him. .he did not show up to torture her today.
" Hah? Don't tell me you forgot me already? After you pulled that stunt off, I wasn't able to find you-! "
Oh he IS pissed.
" Now you appear all beaten up and pale? What did your father do to you, Astra?! "
"A prison exists to torment a soul untill it has repented.Till their crime has been resolved. To exit a 'prison' two questions must be answered: 'Do i think i've suffered enough' and 'does my jailer think i've suffered enough'. Untill that is answered as Yes, you *will* endure."
my rot is as hungry as me. and when god asks me about love, i always respond with cruelty. i know no other answer ﹔ know no other question. yes, love can be the violence.
She would smile at the little note, not noticeable enough to be seen but enough for her. keeping the note somewhat close to her chest.
Finally. .she has done something good for once, something worthwhile. The tune was calming; making her think maybe. .just maybe she’d be saved.