Breaking Point

Your throat is sore. Your nipples are raw. Every inch of your body aches or stings. You feel like you've been run through a wood chipper. Even your halo is showing a few cracks. At some point the chain connecting the cuffs on your wrists snapped, and she didn't bother conjuring more. No need to worry about you going anywhere in the state you're in. You let out a couple pitiful coughs. They feel like bullets ripping through your lungs.

She's been gone for hours, why haven't you even begun to recover? Where the hell is she, anyway? She's the one who brought you here, and now she's just ignoring you? You hear the cracks spreading a little further across your halo. You need to stop getting angry, this thing won't last that much longer. It's just so fucking hard when you think of that fucking bi-

*Crck*

You really don't have almost any self-control left, do you? And you clearly can't rely on the halo for it any more. What is there left to do? Meditation? Breathing exercises? You never bothered with any of that, you had the halo there to keep you in check, no matter how you were feeling on the inside. And now she's taking it from you, and there's nothing you can even do about it, and you can't fucking stand i-

The door creaks open, and there she is. "Looks like you're about ready. Honestly, dear, you'll be much happier." Her voice is like a song, her smile sweet and demure, nothing like the cruel sneer she showed last night, and you hate her so fucking much for it, you can't fucking stand her just fucking standing there with that goddamn genuine smile and her FUCKING HORRI-

You hear a soft tinkling. The most miniscule of glass shards hitting the ground. You look down and are nearly blinded by the circle of shining, golden dust on the floor surrounding you. You look back up at her. The smile hasn't left her face, hasn't gotten any meaner. In fact, she looks relieved. You'd swear she could hear what you were thinking before it happened…

"Don't worry, dear. Horns suit you better."