Oneiric_Rotaerc

• Max is unaware to this day about what happened to her birth mother, but it's not like she really had a chance for herself to question things like that... clients were already waiting for her the moment she turned 5 years old.

• Max is a survivor of a sex trafficking ring. She barely remembers her mom at all, or how Max only exists because a client got her mother pregnant and her abusers were more than thrilled to discover it was another girl for their collection.

• The ring was the only thing her life was about, and she absolutely hated it. It wasn't until she was 16 that their system had finally been discovered by the law, so she, and many other victims were rescued from their abusers.

• Lots of girls were returned to their families—who originally thought they'd never see their child again, and vise versa. Some have been missing for months, others have been missing for years, but poor Max wasn't missed by anyone.

• She hated it, hated all of the questioning, all of the pictures taken of her, all of the doctors examining her poor body for proof against her abusers, only for her to immediately be placed into foster care and be looked after by random people. She always longed for freedom every since she was young... but so far, said freedom felt pointless.

• "The girl born in a trafficking ring!" was what people referred to her in the news since they didn't have a name for her, unlike the other girls. "Heather, Jenny, Mitchell, Leanne,..." the list would go on, and on, and on... You'd see photos or videos of the girls crying in the arms of their families, a compilation of said families all rejoicing together, and then there was Max... just a single photo of her... with nobody holding her close saying "I've missed you so much," or "Thank you, God, for bringing my baby home!"

She was alone.

• The only attention that Max got was when the press would try to ask her multiple questions about her awful experience, too tired to listen to their rather insensitive questions, about if anyone was waiting for her to come home, where her parents were, if she could remember her name or who named her, if she was actually born into the ring... she didn't have the strength to scream at them all to just "shut up."

• The kind of attention Max was constantly receiving from the press made a lot of people more than willing to foster her, not that they actually gave a shit about her, and she knew that, so she would always end up sneaking out a lot to wherever was the furthest away from them, to the point she was finally placed into an orphanage—but that didn't stop her from going outside, so long as she found a way to pick the locks...

• Each and every house that she's been sent to had felt nothing like what she believed freedom to be... it was nothing close to the feeling of being outside to see the stars and the moon smiling down at your presence, as if they're blessed to even meet her precious face, the way they light up the night sky, so beautifully bright... Max feels as like she's the one to be blessed to even have the chance of finally being outside to see the constellations with the grass cradling her traumatized body... sometimes it'd help her even forget the amount of pain she's forced to live with every single day, so long as she continues to breathe in this filthy world... so long as her poor heart continues to pump blood throughout her tainted body... her disgusting body... the body that so many people have had their way with since she was so young...

• Max could never accept the fact it was never her fault, and she couldn't just easily move on from her past since it was basically the only thing she started her life from, with no family, no one to care, so she found no reason to really care about herself either. She was eventually sent to a mental hospital after it was discovered not only had she been stealing way too many pain meds, but she had also gotten a hold of a really sharp razor that she'd use to slice flesh off of her thighs, those disgusting thighs that have been painted by filthy men, by their hands, their foul spit, their disgusting sperm, tainting not only her thighs, but a lot of her body in general...

She's disgusting...

Such a disgusting creature like herself, born only to satisfy and please the sexual urges of others, practically useless for everything else...

She wondered if death would actually give her freedom from this unbearable pain of life...

• A few more years past as Max was essentially forced to recover in the mental hospital, now freshly 20 years old. Lacking both a high school diploma and the need to invest in obtaining a GED, she was forced to look at a low-wage job, barely getting by, but at least she's able to afford herself some groceries. Though while she was just leaving the store with a paper bag filled with random things off of the shelves, she's distracted by the sound of a crying child...

• She can't help but turn to where it was coming from, spotting the kid out in the parking lot with a young man squatted down in front of him, trying to find a way to calm this little boy down after he made the mistake of letting his balloon go. He thought a little magic trick would cheer the boy up, considering it's a part of his job as being his babysitter. Although he's quite limited in items to pull all sorts of tricks, just a simple coin is all he needs to pull a smile from this kid, a quarter was suddenly "pulled" from behind the kid's ear, appearing out of thin air like magic. But he didn't stop there, because he could make the coin disappear again with the flick of his wrist, just to pull out two quarters from behind the kid's other ear. But he had one more trick, and he was confident that he could absolutely knock the socks off of this kid as he just happened to pull 2 more quarters from behind his own ears, so he could juggle all 4 coins together, never losing the little boy's attention as he was determined to figure out how this was even possible.

• Max was even intrigued by this Magic man, so much so that she was slowly creeping in closer as the man continued on with the small act. Once he was done juggling the four quarters in his hand, once again, he made all four of them disappear for a second, showing his empty palms to the boy, proving that he no longer had the quarters. It wasn't until then that he noticed Max was also watching, and so, he couldn't help but include her in his act.

"'Scuse me, Miss, I think you have something behind your ear there..."

• He approached her and reached his hand up to her left ear, just to pull out an uncommon gold dollar coin, which genuinely surprised Max and the boy, as he couldn't help but clap as Max stood there taken by surprise.

"Ooh wow! I never pulled out a pretty coin from a pretty lady—Do you mind if I keep it?"

• Max didn't immediately catch on to the fact that this random, magical man, just called her pretty. But when she did, she was immediately flushed in the face, earning a chuckle from the stranger. The boy eventually started reaching out and grabbing at the man's sleeves, practically begging for the gold coin, forcing him to fork it over, not that it bothered him. Max asked him how he did that, to which surprised the man, considering she's an adult, but he still went ahead and humored her and said "it's just a little bit of magic I know."

"Do you know any other tricks?" She asked Him.

• This man, This wonderful, inspiring, amazing man, was eventually the only person she grew to deeply care for, as he cared for her too overtime. It almost felt like yesterday that they were having their first date at a movie theater, and now they were exchanging vows at the alter, promising to love eachother through sickness and in health, together and apart, until death do they part.

• At first, Max was afraid he would find her disgusting the moment she had to tell him the truth about where she came from, that he'd immediately leave her if she told him how many people have wrapped their hands around her body since she was a child, and that when she was finally free, there was nobody that was there to squeeze her tight after she returned.

"...You must have felt so alone and scared."

• He admired her for her bravery, not just for feeling confident enough to tell him the truth about her past, but the fact that she's still standing in front of him? She must be the strongest woman he's ever met.

• Max never thought herself as "strong," moreso the opposite, so it stunned her when he said that, especially when he was more than willing to hold her in his arms, so she could cry for the inner child in her heart. Of course her trauma made their relationship a lot different than what he's experienced previously. When he found out Max is terrified to bathe, mainly because that'd mean she'd have to see her damaged body, the body she absolutely hated being in, he didn't mind bathing it for her. God, it broke his heart everytime she'd start crying when he was trying to pour water down her back, but he'd always try and reassure her, letting her know that she's strong, she's beautiful, she's healing, and that everything is going to be ok...

• But of course, despite their strong love for each other, everyone deserves a little something extra in their life, and with just enough love, dedication, and patience, Max would receive the greatest blessing of all... She couldn’t wait to tell her husband, she had to call him while he was at work as she was sitting at her dining room table. She was both nervous and excited, but she kept growing more and more anxious the longer her phone continued to ring, lacking his sweet voice...

• He was more than willing to share his life with her, to take care of her, to share with her things that he got to have in his childhood that she didn't get a chance to experience, and she loved everything he had to offer. They've been married for about a decade, and not once have either of them doubted or questioned the idea of spending every waking moment with each other.

"Ah- hey Honey-bunny! Is something wrong?... Max?... Baby, why aren't you saying anything?.."

"...I'm pregnant."

• Max was now 29 years old, still happily married, now with a little bun in the oven that's been cooking for about 6 months now. Aside from the hormones and the ridiculous cravings, Max was so excited at the thought of being a mother, and to be able to have her child in a safe environment in general, something she never got to have... Max did all sorts of research on how to be a "good mother" for her soon-to-be first child.

• Her husband was just as excited, especially over the idea that maybe after a trip to his childhood county fair, maybe Max would be convinced to take their child there once they're old enough. Sure, it was a bit rundown and old, but it really adds to the nostalgic part of it. Even though Max couldn't really go on a lot of rides, being pregnant and all, it didn't stop her from imagining just how fun they would be, but until then, just the games and a couple of big prizes were enough to convince her just how perfect this place was.

• Of course Max kept getting hungry, especially with the lingering smell of fresh fries and funnel cake constantly in the air, and her husband was more than willing to feed her... but little did they know, that the old fair that brought Max's husband so much joy when he was younger,

Would bring the end to their happiness.

• It all happened so fast...

• Max was looking forward to some funnel cake drizzled with chocolate syrup...

• Screams of joy ringing through her ears with a little bit of circus music playing in the background somewhere...

...At least she thought the screams were from excitement.

...Until she looked up...

She's been told by her husband that life is like a roller coaster.

Met with the agonizing faces of a bunch of poor people screaming for their lives as the roller coaster they were on had popped off the old railings...

There are ups,

There are downs,

And there are times where it flies off the rails to crush you.

The last thing she remembers was seeing her poor husband lying on the ground next to her as her vision was clouded by blood...

...She just wanted to hold his hand one last time...

• Max thought she'd never have a chance to open her eyes again, not after the way she was practically ran over, flattened onto the ground like a fly to a fly swatter. Her body felt sore, but she didn't feel any sorts of agonizing pain as she moved her hand to hold her head...

...her fingers gently brushing against her new horns attached to her head was the reason she quickly sat up.

• Seeing her new appearance in a reflection from a small puddle in the ground next to her... was enough to get her to start screaming as she didn't recognize her new self.

• She was eventually screamed at to "Shut up!" by a small, red creature, with a tail attached to his back as his white hair was stretched out to a pair of striped horns... Max wanted to scream again, but she couldn't find her voice when the little imp approached her to sniff her, quickly gagging at her scent.

"Eww, Gross! Of course your dumbass just recently died!"

• He spat in her face, making fun of her startled state, just to ask how she died, if it was in agonizing pain in a terrible accident, if cancer was slowly eating away at her soul, he kept naming on endless amounts of possibilities, hoping for something that isn't so boring like dying of old age... But Max wasn't listening to the imp, completely spaced out as she stared at her cooler skintone, her blue attire standing out from the red fiery depths of agony that she was thrown into, for some reason unbeknownst to her, though she couldn't fully process the main idea of it at first...

"...I'm dead?"

• Not only was the truth being that she had been killed, and was sent to Hell of all places, had been extremely difficult to accept... but she realized that her husband wasn't anywhere to be found. He wasn't next to her, wasn't near her, and when she finally found the strength to stand in her new body, just to go looking for him...

...She couldn’t find him.

• She has been unable to find him for about 20 years now, though her faithfulness to him remains strong as she continues to wear the ring he slipped onto her finger during their wedding. The whole "being dead" thing is still a bit too much for her to accept every now and then, especially with the way her new body comes with a lot of unnatural features, like a second set of arms, 2 more eyes, longer legs, but eventually she would get used to it like everyone else.

But she refused to accept the fact that she was a "Sinner."

• She doesn't understand what she did to earn eternal damnation... she barely had a chance at life to begin with. But even after all of her troubles, she got clean, she got a job, she got married... she was pregnant...

Was...

• The loss of her baby always hits her hard whenever she's even slightly reminded of her pregnancy... she already picked out names for it, and she didn't even get a chance to hold it...

Why couldn't fate at least spare her baby if she was fated to die sooner than most people?

If only her husband were here...

She wouldn't even care why he'd be down here, she just wants to be by his side again...

• She ends up dreaming about him when she finds a comfortable spot in an alleyway to get some sleep, refusing to interact with the other sinners in any way, shape, or form, even if it means she's a jobless hobo stuck on the street. Not like she needs money when her new body has the ability to steal some breakfast or a pack of cigarettes in a blink of an eye, without anyone able to even notice it. Still... she'd give anything to finally see her husband again... and maybe one day, someone will try to open that chance.

Even if people don't take their princess seriously, she'll still try...

Because Everyone deserves a second chance.