So back almost a month ago when I was typing everything up for Kouao-week, I found these little “ficlets” as a friend of mine and I like to call them (Short drabbles from one pov) for both the GE and the BE. Here’s the BE one, and the other will be posted on knightlyoath
Red.
Red is the only colour you can remember in this world of yours that’s slowly become black and white. Slowly feeling your mind slipping away from the depths of your sanity. Your mind is being slowly drained, slowly shattered by a single voice.
A voice you grew to worship as one of an angel. A voice that was just as calming as your own mother’s as she would speak her last dying words as her body was torn apart by the man whom wasn’t you.
But all you could see was red now.
All you could hear was that same voice repeating itself over and over; like a broken record. It would never stop; the single thought was glued shut in your hazy mind. It assured you that everything would be alright; that there was nothing to fear any longer. That regardless of your past you’d always be forgiven with a single phrase.
Your karma soaked back leaked with blood. The one thing your taste buds seemed to taste now a days. Blood was the only taste that stained your lips, even when met with the contact of another’s.
Your eyes no longer resembled those of your mother’s. Your hair withered away as it grew and grew to the single shade your eyes could ever see now.
Red.
Red and white.
Those were the only colours that seemed to fill your mind as it was slipping away.
You could feel the chains weighing down your body, telling you to never leave. There was a man there. One whom you could even say you had recognized before; perhaps somewhere in a distant memory. His appearance aggravated you; how you hated how you thought you knew who this man was…but he was nothing like you expected. He would praise you with love, and you would only bite back.
The man never seemed to mind. He would be met with the uttermost pleasure, his voice chuckling as his words dripped and spilled from his lips, pricking away at your mind with each and every word that fell from his voice. His touch was cold, his actions were hungry. They were conveyed in the only things you knew now; Hunger and lust.
The man would greet you every day, the sound of light clicking down the long pristine hallway filling your ears. And as the sound of a creaking cell opened did you know the man was here. There were days where he’d present you with food. The scent and sight alone enough to make your salivate. It was never long though before the second thing you knew the most was always shown.
He would settle himself on your person, cold touch crawling against your skin, giving you gentle loving caressed her and there. No time would be given at all for cold lips to be met to dirtied ones. He would take no time at all to begin intimacy himself, feeding off of your desire for lust.
He did this every day, and your body never got tired of it. Perhaps your mind was slowly just getting used to it because it was apart of routine. Or perhaps it was because of how drained your mind was that you were degraded to nothing but a mindless beast; an animal.
This is how your life seemed to be now.
Red stained with white.
How your eyes desired to see shades of blue, shades of beautiful azure that filled your mind with nostalgia.
The deep, deep blue of a distant past that always seemed to ease your mind. Maybe that’s what could quell the beast deep inside of you.
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