/ CONTINUUM/

"You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by the day "

3 weeks later.

Get up, dress to impress. Put on your poker face and wait to be a bait.

That's my routine. Except I don't have a poker face, only a heart full of hate.

Days have passed, my tear stains now faded tattoos on my skin.

Just a mass of nothing.

Void

Walking out of my room, no guards follow me around now.

There's nowhere to escape to.

No life to get back to

I've had to accept my fate the hard way. Surviving even when i want to die.

Even that choice is not mine to make.

"Your regular is waiting for you girl" a random girl i always ignore informs me.

She doesn't have to tell me twice, i know better.

Walking through the familiar hallway, my path to hell.

My own inferno.

My master, as i call him. I can't say he hasn't been generous along the way. Or maybe I've learned to be giving.

listen and do as told.