Taurus Pixie

Pearls of laughter echoed through the otherwise dark and empty chamber. One single inhabitant swung gently through the air, swaying like a flag from the ceiling. She hung upside down like a bat, her body being held up in the air by black leather straps that tied around her ankles, each polished with blessed silver that left painful burn marks against her flesh. Her hands were tied together by the same straps and hung loosely over her head as she continued to sway herself. Apart from the leather straps, she wore only a white leotard that seemed invisible against her porcelain white skin.   Dried blood also decorated her body with deep crimson marks that appeared to have also been dripped down to the stone ground beneath her swinging body. The smell was driving her crazy and she had long given up trying to extend her tongue down to reach it. Not that it would have mattered since it was old and dry, leaving nothing to be lapped up.  Red eyes glowed with a maniacal frustration. Her large b

Red eyes. Always those same red eyes watching her. They burned right into her very soul, rendering her unable to escape. Like a snake entranced by a snake charmer. The red eyes always locked her in place, hypnotizing her, caging her in, reminding her – no – mocking her that this was her eternal damnation now. They challenged her, daring her to fight back again like she had done that night. However she knew it would be no use, and he knew that she knew. And she knew that he relished in that thought.  Since first meeting him, all he had done was take, take, take. Now she had nothing left. Well, that was a lie… there was one thing that she had left… and no matter what, she was never going to surrender it to him. She would fight to survive. She wouldn’t become like him… Nothing but a monster… Seras’ eyes slowly fluttered open as small rays of sunshine shone through the gaps in the curtains. The sun was always her warm saviour. It kept the monster at bay for he seemed to hate it. She relish