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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Mar 4, 2008 21:45:51 GMT -5
Drusilla also didn't want the pain they wrought on her.
They had sought her out and implanted the chip firmly in her head as a reminder.
The weight of her soul weighed heavily as she cried for those whom she killed.
The scars were placed by a monster.
Not a man, a monster.
A monster with the face of her salvation.
And of her pain.
A face of an Angel.
Its wings clipped.
Its arms folded.
Its voice scolded.
Gone................
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Mar 4, 2008 21:55:47 GMT -5
Her mind could not stop singing.
Who is she? Is she Drusilla? Is she the princess?
Where was her black knight?
Why is he not coming for her?
Was she a bad girl?
Where was her reward?
Drusilla scratched at her head, tearing out chunks after chunks of long dark hair.
Her face lost its radiance, no longer smiling.
Miss Edith was ripped from her arms, bad dogs! Taking away another's toy!
She whimpers.
She cries.
But none of her woes are heard.
They fell on deaf ears.
Just like her.
Dead.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Mar 4, 2008 22:01:47 GMT -5
"Get up stupid bitch!"
She heard it first, the click of her cell and the door swinging open. In came the evil man and the evil woman. Everything made no sense at all. How long was she out?
Maggie Walsh: Drusilla, you do know that your time is up?
Drusilla: Get away from me evil lady, EVIL LADY!
Riley: Sedate her now Graham!
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Mar 4, 2008 22:13:21 GMT -5
Her mind was in a haze, no longer able to link together which is reality and which is not.
She would deny her meals, telling them how bad it was. The blood, the people shouting, and she would clutch her ears. Begging for them to stop. The torment was destroying her. It was splitting her apart. So much blood, too many noise, can't stop them. They go and go and go. They never stop................
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Mar 4, 2008 22:27:13 GMT -5
Drusilla used to love it, the campaign of horror they reigned upon the innocents. Now, she feared it. She wailed to anyone who were willing to listen. Her other self, her better self was no longer protecting her. They scream at her instead. They tore into her own flesh.
Again, it's about the blood. Blood, death, and pain.
She hated it yet craved it at the same time.
The pain.
It consumes her so powerfully.
Won't let go until one of them dies.
The demon is her.
And it's about to die.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Mar 4, 2008 22:33:31 GMT -5
The wounds cut greatly,
It's like they burn.
One of her biggest fears,
Murder.
Her soul feels dry,
An everlasting torment.
Decieved,
Untouchable me.
Her eyes close in effort and her mind only focused on the wall. She has a name. Not the black goddess, not the wicked one. Just Drusilla. Just plain old Drusilla................
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Mar 4, 2008 22:42:48 GMT -5
Her eyes are vacant, empty.
"Ugly, I'm so ugly................."
She used her arms to block her face repeating the same mantra over and over again.
"They don't want to touch me. No one wants to touch me!"
They don't want to touch me because I'm dirty she whispered.
"I'm nothing................"
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