Shattered Soul

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The room was dark, blank of everything. A small figure sat huddled with their face buried in their knees. The figures body shook with silent sobs. The sobs only grew as the door to the room opened. Harsh light washed over the form of a small girl. Her pale skin scarred with slash marks, burns and whip markings. Her black hair fell to the floor in tangled waves. She looked up. Tears streamed down from amber eyes.

"Please....no more" she rasped out as her tormenter walked in. The door closing with a soft click behind him.

And that's when the screams began.

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