Release

"Oh my lover on a long long empty road
Oh sweet lover I got lost" ~~Vast

It's been weeks, months... years, I'm not really sure. The confines of the cage I've been in and the unspeakable things the demon has done has sucked away any hope of actually escaping. The bastard cited anti-magic spells in the sand around the cage, and did everything in his power to make sure I felt every ounce of pain he could muster. Between the physical torture, the smooth words of threat, and the constant stabbing from the structure of the cage, I couldn't disconnect myself from the pain. I prayed for it... the disconnection, but it wouldn't come.

An electricity filled the air and the sound of voices stirred me from my trance. Moving was an extreme effort, considering there were barbs on the bottom of the cage, sand that felt like glass in my skin, and only enough room to shift myself uncomfortably. It was his voice... he was there with his back to me, facing my tormentor who had that all too familiar smirk on his face. Was it really him? Was it another dream?

I wish I could have stopped it. A black mass of snarling faces swooped from Imri and circled around Zillah, swirling around him, then finally encompassing both of them into blackness.

I was alone again, the door to the enclosure creaking open and a glimmer of light peeking down the basement stairs.

Freedom is never free.

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