Translation
The demon in you
Chapter 1
The demon in you.
Idea: Tearsonmycheek
Text: xxsweet-berryxx
The idea for this FF is from my friend, the text from me.
Have fun reading and pls leave a pick your sweety and tearsonmycheek
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// She tossed her hair back and looked over at the only source of light in the otherwise pitch-dark room. The small, barred window brought only sparse light, which could partly be due to the fact that the window pane had long been stuck with dust and dirt. She crawled over to the illuminated stone tiles and looked at her pale skin when she suddenly heard footsteps from outside. Someone pulled a wad of keys out of their pocket and a lock clicked open, followed by the second and third so the person could pull the handle and step inside. It took a short while until his eyes got used to the darkness, then he came straight towards the girl.He pulled her right arm towards him, pulled up the sleeve of her tattered T-shirt and exposed the black, tattooed-looking image of a snake on her upper arm. His long fingers glided almost caressingly over it when he suddenly grabbed and dug his fingernails deep into her flesh.
"You filthy demon child! Why did God punish us with such a freak like you? You are so abnormal!"
With these words, he grabbed her throat and choked her without even taking notice of her screams of fear and protest. Ultimately, he threw her against a wall, kicked her, hit her, and yelled at her.
Breathing heavily, she lay on the floor, all four of them stretched out, while a constant pounding went through her head. Across from her stood panting, but she was still glaring angrily. When he tried to grab her again, the throbbing under her skull grew stronger, then gave way to a wild prick like a dozen needles.A black spot appeared on the center of her forehead, circular, from which small, fine lines branched off incessantly and formed the outlines of a rose, which was now emblazoned across her forehead.
At the sight of this, the man seemed stunned for a short time, but quickly recovered, grabbed an already rotten wooden beam that had fallen and beat the girl with it, anxious to hit her face.
With every blow she received, the image of the rose changed. Slowly and in carefully small steps it opened until its full splendor blossomed on the girl's forehead. At that moment, her condition also changed. The breathlessness disappeared, as did the many wounds on her arms, legs and face and her muscles no longer hurt as much.
Instead, she felt a strange tingling sensation on her fingertips from which short but razor-sharp claws grew.Her eyes narrowed to slits and glinted angrily around the circle.
The man was shaking on his knees in front of her and had to support himself on the floor to keep from falling over. He was breathing hard. The moon shone on his forehead so you could see every single bead of sweat. Speaking soft prayers, he kept looking up at the girl, pleading.
She, in turn, just smiled coldly down at him and showed her pointy little teeth, all of which crouched in rows and rows, just waiting to come into contact with the fresh human blood.
The crouching creature, which she had beaten a few minutes ago, looked up at her pleadingly, but it made no sense anymore. The blood spurted on the walls, the man screamed in panic and pain ... //
Steps in the corridor woke Saenna. After a few seconds of trying to realize where she was, she found herself in her soft bed. She sat up and rubbed her forehead.Her head throbbed. The girl got out of bed, crossed the room, and took a headache pill from the antique wooden cupboard. Then she went back to bed and quickly fell asleep again.
Idea: Tearsonmycheek
Text: xxsweet-berryxx
The idea for this FF is from my friend, the text from me.
Have fun reading and pls leave a pick your sweety and tearsonmycheek
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~
// She tossed her hair back and looked over at the only source of light in the otherwise pitch-dark room. The small, barred window brought only sparse light, which could partly be due to the fact that the window pane had long been stuck with dust and dirt. She crawled over to the illuminated stone tiles and looked at her pale skin when she suddenly heard footsteps from outside. Someone pulled a wad of keys out of their pocket and a lock clicked open, followed by the second and third so the person could pull the handle and step inside. It took a short while until his eyes got used to the darkness, then he came straight towards the girl.He pulled her right arm towards him, pulled up the sleeve of her tattered T-shirt and exposed the black, tattooed-looking image of a snake on her upper arm. His long fingers glided almost caressingly over it when he suddenly grabbed and dug his fingernails deep into her flesh.
"You filthy demon child! Why did God punish us with such a freak like you? You are so abnormal!"
With these words, he grabbed her throat and choked her without even taking notice of her screams of fear and protest. Ultimately, he threw her against a wall, kicked her, hit her, and yelled at her.
Breathing heavily, she lay on the floor, all four of them stretched out, while a constant pounding went through her head. Across from her stood panting, but she was still glaring angrily. When he tried to grab her again, the throbbing under her skull grew stronger, then gave way to a wild prick like a dozen needles.A black spot appeared on the center of her forehead, circular, from which small, fine lines branched off incessantly and formed the outlines of a rose, which was now emblazoned across her forehead.
At the sight of this, the man seemed stunned for a short time, but quickly recovered, grabbed an already rotten wooden beam that had fallen and beat the girl with it, anxious to hit her face.
With every blow she received, the image of the rose changed. Slowly and in carefully small steps it opened until its full splendor blossomed on the girl's forehead. At that moment, her condition also changed. The breathlessness disappeared, as did the many wounds on her arms, legs and face and her muscles no longer hurt as much.
Instead, she felt a strange tingling sensation on her fingertips from which short but razor-sharp claws grew.Her eyes narrowed to slits and glinted angrily around the circle.
The man was shaking on his knees in front of her and had to support himself on the floor to keep from falling over. He was breathing hard. The moon shone on his forehead so you could see every single bead of sweat. Speaking soft prayers, he kept looking up at the girl, pleading.
She, in turn, just smiled coldly down at him and showed her pointy little teeth, all of which crouched in rows and rows, just waiting to come into contact with the fresh human blood.
The crouching creature, which she had beaten a few minutes ago, looked up at her pleadingly, but it made no sense anymore. The blood spurted on the walls, the man screamed in panic and pain ... //
Steps in the corridor woke Saenna. After a few seconds of trying to realize where she was, she found herself in her soft bed. She sat up and rubbed her forehead.Her head throbbed. The girl got out of bed, crossed the room, and took a headache pill from the antique wooden cupboard. Then she went back to bed and quickly fell asleep again.