This one refers to a girl grown up in captivity. The years of her life passed enduring pain and torture. She was kept in a bird cage. The cage was so small for her human body that she suffered even more. She was forbidden to get out and to stretch her limbs.
Her legs were cramped closer and closer to her heart. Each year her limbs were shrinking more than the previous one until she transformed into disfigured edgy shape of a human being.
The girl counted on her eyes to prove to her she was living and as her body was growing smaller the bigger her eyes became.
When her cage was placed outside she watched the velvet night sky and kept imagining that every single shining star is a fulfilled dream or a link between her and the other captives of Fortuna. She hoped that the clear rain drops are the tears someone has shed for her.
When she happened to see a beautiful flower she spread deformed hand to reach it only to hit flesh at the stone cold bars.
Her prison was indestructible. And as much as she wanted the death to set her free, that much the bars were closing in, knitting together with her skin like a poison plant that kills slowly and deliberately painfully.
The cage stained her with scars that never heal, deeper and deeper. Turning her body and soul into a palimpsest of pain - layer after layer of pure, savage pain…
Next week: Book villains!
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