When she came about, all that was there was darkness. For a period of time she was unable to count, she remained, surrounded by nothing but the dark. There were restrictions that stopped her movement. Some kind of leashes that wrapped her. She lingered in darkness. She wondered about the reasons of her existence, the purpose of her presence in such a place, and the place in which she was. It suffocated her to breathe! She was weak, too weak, incapable of doing anything to find the answers to her questions.
After a while, she started hearing some faint sounds. One was constantly there. It became very familiar... too familiar she could recognize it even if she heard a thousand sound. She started to like it! That sound, compared to others, was strangely soothing. Sometimes she sensed its happiness, and other times, she felt its sadness piercing her, filling her with its pain. She did not comprehend how she could sense its emotions. Nor how she was so stirred by what it felt to the extent that it moved some of her parts. Restrictions or not, she rebelled against them, tried to get out of her captivity.
Even though she attempted to free herself, she was only faced with a wall! She kicked, she punched, she tugged and pulled, yet nothing happened. Despite her continuous attempts, and her continuous failures, time lapsed longer. Her core was cuffed.
She saw it, at last! Something so different from the dark, coming from a hole in that wall. It hurt, yet filled her with shapeless sensations...
... To be continued...
After a while, she started hearing some faint sounds. One was constantly there. It became very familiar... too familiar she could recognize it even if she heard a thousand sound. She started to like it! That sound, compared to others, was strangely soothing. Sometimes she sensed its happiness, and other times, she felt its sadness piercing her, filling her with its pain. She did not comprehend how she could sense its emotions. Nor how she was so stirred by what it felt to the extent that it moved some of her parts. Restrictions or not, she rebelled against them, tried to get out of her captivity.
Even though she attempted to free herself, she was only faced with a wall! She kicked, she punched, she tugged and pulled, yet nothing happened. Despite her continuous attempts, and her continuous failures, time lapsed longer. Her core was cuffed.
She saw it, at last! Something so different from the dark, coming from a hole in that wall. It hurt, yet filled her with shapeless sensations...
... To be continued...
© A Furious Child
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