to pursue and now they ’re pursuing me.
But how?
I'm meant to go before the judges of the Underworld; there’s supposed to be a trial before I'm sentenced. Amora must have gone straight to Hades who told the judges about me almost telling Josh and being burned by love. My sentence has been determined without trial. My crimes are undeniable and undefendable.
A wave of searing heat washes over me. I scream as the intensity scorches every inch of my body. The excruciation passes as instantly as it arrived, but now I'm physically numb, motionless. I can no longer struggle against my binds.
I cry but its silent and dry. There are no tears. I’ve been robbed of all my outward senses and actions, but I can only feel inside the pain from things around me. I can sense the pain the rocks are causing that I'm laid on, but I can’t detect their jagged edges. I can hear footsteps coming closer to me, but I can’t call out for help.
I can see Amora standing in front of me, but I can ’t react.
Amora! I guessed she ’d be behind this, but I only suspected her to be the informer, not the torturer, executor or kidnapper.
Amora stands before me, practically glowing from the satisfaction of having me so helpless at her hands. Pleased with herself, her deep red lips twist into a satanic grin. Her dazzling eyes grow wide with expectation, and her usually fair hair is now tainted red – wild, exactly like her.
Slowly she crouches down to her knees, her eyes never once leaving mine. They’re fixed on me, which only scares me more. She’s so determined in what she’s brought me here to do she doesn’t even lose focus. She begins to crawl along my body, holding herself inches above me. Her breathing is controlled and steady, whereas mine is haggard and broken. Her eyes draw level with mine showing me my terrified face reflected in them.
Amora throws her head back and screams with delight, but just as quickly she snaps her head back to face me, as fast as only a Goddess is capable of doing.
Snarling, she whispers “Time to die” as her hands rise above us both. I notice her nails are sharpened to a point as she lunges for my neck.
I draw the deepest breath possible as I jump awake. Patting my shoulders, chest and legs, and my bed, I hurriedly glance around the room, checking I am still there. I'm safe, it was a dream. Just a dream.
I take in breath after breath hurriedly until my breathing starts to slow and my heart is no longer beating in my ears. I check my wrists and ankles for any scars, but they’re perfectly smooth, as always.
Amora would never do that. I may not be her favourite person in any of the worlds, but I'm her ... well her sort of ... sister I suppose. Granted we ’re never going to share secrets or go shopping together, but would she actually rat me out to Hades or go as far as getting permission from Zeus to kill me by herself? She’s vicious, but she’s not a killer, I hope not anyway.
I peek at my clock. 3am is that all? I'm too wired to go back to sleep and too afraid the nightmare might find me again. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I reluctantly place my feet on the floor as they continue to tingle with weakness beneath me. My cami clings to my skin damp with sweat. That dream got to me more than I realized.
I head out into the landing to go take a shower, hopefully I can wash away all the traces of my subconscious torture. Amora’s door is a few feet from the bathroom. Perhaps I should go see if she’s awake and tell her about my dream. I'm sure she’d laugh and tell me how childish I am to be having nightmares and she’d never do anything like that. I’m not so sure that would be her response though.
Her room ’s empty anyway. She’s probably out at some club making matches or making out with someone. Hooking herself up is usually her plan.
She obviously doesn ’t take what she was made for seriously, but there is no reprimanding her. Everyone
But how?
I'm meant to go before the judges of the Underworld; there’s supposed to be a trial before I'm sentenced. Amora must have gone straight to Hades who told the judges about me almost telling Josh and being burned by love. My sentence has been determined without trial. My crimes are undeniable and undefendable.
A wave of searing heat washes over me. I scream as the intensity scorches every inch of my body. The excruciation passes as instantly as it arrived, but now I'm physically numb, motionless. I can no longer struggle against my binds.
I cry but its silent and dry. There are no tears. I’ve been robbed of all my outward senses and actions, but I can only feel inside the pain from things around me. I can sense the pain the rocks are causing that I'm laid on, but I can’t detect their jagged edges. I can hear footsteps coming closer to me, but I can’t call out for help.
I can see Amora standing in front of me, but I can ’t react.
Amora! I guessed she ’d be behind this, but I only suspected her to be the informer, not the torturer, executor or kidnapper.
Amora stands before me, practically glowing from the satisfaction of having me so helpless at her hands. Pleased with herself, her deep red lips twist into a satanic grin. Her dazzling eyes grow wide with expectation, and her usually fair hair is now tainted red – wild, exactly like her.
Slowly she crouches down to her knees, her eyes never once leaving mine. They’re fixed on me, which only scares me more. She’s so determined in what she’s brought me here to do she doesn’t even lose focus. She begins to crawl along my body, holding herself inches above me. Her breathing is controlled and steady, whereas mine is haggard and broken. Her eyes draw level with mine showing me my terrified face reflected in them.
Amora throws her head back and screams with delight, but just as quickly she snaps her head back to face me, as fast as only a Goddess is capable of doing.
Snarling, she whispers “Time to die” as her hands rise above us both. I notice her nails are sharpened to a point as she lunges for my neck.
I draw the deepest breath possible as I jump awake. Patting my shoulders, chest and legs, and my bed, I hurriedly glance around the room, checking I am still there. I'm safe, it was a dream. Just a dream.
I take in breath after breath hurriedly until my breathing starts to slow and my heart is no longer beating in my ears. I check my wrists and ankles for any scars, but they’re perfectly smooth, as always.
Amora would never do that. I may not be her favourite person in any of the worlds, but I'm her ... well her sort of ... sister I suppose. Granted we ’re never going to share secrets or go shopping together, but would she actually rat me out to Hades or go as far as getting permission from Zeus to kill me by herself? She’s vicious, but she’s not a killer, I hope not anyway.
I peek at my clock. 3am is that all? I'm too wired to go back to sleep and too afraid the nightmare might find me again. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I reluctantly place my feet on the floor as they continue to tingle with weakness beneath me. My cami clings to my skin damp with sweat. That dream got to me more than I realized.
I head out into the landing to go take a shower, hopefully I can wash away all the traces of my subconscious torture. Amora’s door is a few feet from the bathroom. Perhaps I should go see if she’s awake and tell her about my dream. I'm sure she’d laugh and tell me how childish I am to be having nightmares and she’d never do anything like that. I’m not so sure that would be her response though.
Her room ’s empty anyway. She’s probably out at some club making matches or making out with someone. Hooking herself up is usually her plan.
She obviously doesn ’t take what she was made for seriously, but there is no reprimanding her. Everyone
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