Camera Gallery- The Edge of the Room
She had been a woman, at one point, but those memories were long since gone from her. She stood a young girl now, no more than ten or eleven years old. She was dressed simply; she wore a long white dress, her skin shining through beneath the thin material. Her long dark hair was tied into a braid, hanging down her back in a neat, woven fashion. It swayed with every step she took, and her young, budding breasts were barely visible from beneath the safe cover of the white curtain around her. Her feet were covered with slippers, silken slippers that made it possible for her to glide across the floor, moving like a swan through the room she'd found herself in.
She knew that a child should not be here. She knew that much, but what was this compared to what else she had seen or done in her life? The darkness of the room didn't scare her. She'd had to hide, many nights, in the safety of the darkness. Her only fear was that her white dress would help her stand out, like a full moon against a pitch black sky at the dead of midnight. No. The control that some people had over those around her was...fascinating. She studied the people controlling those in poses carefully. Such freedom, such safety! The thought of having that much power over another human was...well, a rush. She knew she shouldn't. It was a sin, it was a horrible thought.
Her slender fingers reached out into the shadows of the room, the shadows of the night. They ghosted forward, barely touching the edges of the darkness surrounding them. "What is this?" she breathed, softly, her voice barely a whisper, but her tone was steady. The words didn't shake; the words didn't tremble. She was a woman in a child's body, confident, yet at the same time, entirely innocent.