A Court of Dark and Decay

Chapter 6- SPITFIRE

She let the voice envelop her. She let it lead her, let it scorch through her.

And she knew by looking in his eyes that the king was afraid. Of her.

She almost smiled as she was finally pushed fully under the black, thick water.

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CONTENT WARNING: VIOLENCE

I am weightless.

It's as if the gravity has been turned off. This void is endless.

I am falling in slow motion. My hair is floating around me as if I were underwater, but I am falling

down,

down,

down,

down,

down,

down

I do not see any light. There is only darkness.

And I am alone.

AS YOU ALWAYS WILL BE, SPITFIRE.

I turn my body in the air, trying to locate the voice. I do not find anything.

There is no bottom. There is no top.

Am I real? What am I but flesh and blood?

Weak. So easily torn or broken.

I CAN HELP YOU.

I feel a hand close around my ankle.

I look down and realize I cannot see my body.

Another hand is grasping at my wrist.

I struggle, but it is as if I do not control my body. Not in this realm.

It is black.

Two more hands wrap around my other ankle and wrist.

They all begin to pull.

In different directions.

I am being ripped apart.

I feel my skin tearing, my muscle giving way, my blood leaking around the shards of bone.

I think I am screaming.

I split down the middle.

The hands pull out my veins like thread out of fabric.

The hands peel my skin from my muscles, they skin me like a dead animal.

The hands fillet my muscle tissue, making their way to my bones.

I can feel all of it. Every pull of the thread from under my skin. When the flesh tears from my skin, when the muscles are torn.

The hands are dissecting me. Layer by layer.

I can feel all of it.

All of my parts and pieces are separated. They even took the care to pull every hair from my head. Nothing is connected.

SHOW ME, SPITFIRE. SHOW ME YOUR RAGE.

And all I can do is allow myself to be completely sucked down