Post by Adiris on Aug 7, 2021 5:04:54 GMT -6
It was so bright.
It didn’t make any sense to Adiris for a basement to be bright, the basement of the church was dark, damp. A place to hide. Somewhere safe. Wet eyes stared at the bright lights gleaming through slats of the basement wall, unearthly, red. This, this room, with it’s hooks adorned by the Entity’s own special mark, Her limbs holding them dear like a mother would her children. Adiris could not imagine a more horrible place to be.
Of course, she’s been hiding down here for quite a while. She feels it’s only right she sequester herself down here, in an unbearable locale.
Hiding from her newest unwanted responsibility. Hiding from her own knowledge of what the Entity wants her to do. To hurt the people who reside above her. To kill them for Her own pleasure, for her sustenance. She’s terrified, but she doesn’t know if she’s more scared of the Entity, the survivors, or herself, for what she’s already done.
The choked sobs leaving her throat weren’t unfamiliar. The feeling of painful loneliness, the cold running up her spine despite the sunny farm above. She knows why it’s there. She knows what will come when the final survivor leaves. She knows the Entity needs to feed, no matter what.
She knows some have already left this realm, back to the safety of their camp. Back to the arms of their friends, loved ones. Confusion in their faces, as to where the hunter seeking them was while they toiled with the loud machines, pops and noise all but ignored.
(Adiris hated those machines. Hated when the Entity told her, so sweetly, so gently, to bash them with all her pitiful might. To make the metal scream and sing in recoil. The lights that will spark off them, stinging Adiris’ pained skin. Did these machines cry in the same way Adiris did, when the trials are over, when the shows are done? When the pain grows too much? The Entity told her this was right, this was the way. That this show of force will delay the survivors, make her job easier. Make her time in this hell shorter.)
Alone in the basement, Adiris curls around herself tighter. Her joints cry out at her, the pain growing unbearable. She ignores it, as she always has, as she always must. She must atone. She must prepare.
She sobs.
It didn’t make any sense to Adiris for a basement to be bright, the basement of the church was dark, damp. A place to hide. Somewhere safe. Wet eyes stared at the bright lights gleaming through slats of the basement wall, unearthly, red. This, this room, with it’s hooks adorned by the Entity’s own special mark, Her limbs holding them dear like a mother would her children. Adiris could not imagine a more horrible place to be.
Of course, she’s been hiding down here for quite a while. She feels it’s only right she sequester herself down here, in an unbearable locale.
Hiding from her newest unwanted responsibility. Hiding from her own knowledge of what the Entity wants her to do. To hurt the people who reside above her. To kill them for Her own pleasure, for her sustenance. She’s terrified, but she doesn’t know if she’s more scared of the Entity, the survivors, or herself, for what she’s already done.
The choked sobs leaving her throat weren’t unfamiliar. The feeling of painful loneliness, the cold running up her spine despite the sunny farm above. She knows why it’s there. She knows what will come when the final survivor leaves. She knows the Entity needs to feed, no matter what.
She knows some have already left this realm, back to the safety of their camp. Back to the arms of their friends, loved ones. Confusion in their faces, as to where the hunter seeking them was while they toiled with the loud machines, pops and noise all but ignored.
(Adiris hated those machines. Hated when the Entity told her, so sweetly, so gently, to bash them with all her pitiful might. To make the metal scream and sing in recoil. The lights that will spark off them, stinging Adiris’ pained skin. Did these machines cry in the same way Adiris did, when the trials are over, when the shows are done? When the pain grows too much? The Entity told her this was right, this was the way. That this show of force will delay the survivors, make her job easier. Make her time in this hell shorter.)
Alone in the basement, Adiris curls around herself tighter. Her joints cry out at her, the pain growing unbearable. She ignores it, as she always has, as she always must. She must atone. She must prepare.
She sobs.