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Erato (passionburning) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2022-03-19 22:41:00

Current mood:

hot

WHO: Erato and Hybris
WHEN: Thurs 17th March
WHERE: Hybris’ Secret Torture Lair
WHAT: Things are heating up
WARNINGS: More of the torture stuff


This was the actual, literal worst day of Erato’s entire life. As if she was in any condition to spring at Hybris, to be released so cautiously. Slowly, she clumsily unbuckled her other hand, and then sat up to release her feet, all the while sniffling and hiccupping with tears. With an ungainly fall to the floor, she pulled herself to the mattress and wrapped the thin old blanket around herself, her hand shaking when she came back to look at the cuts. They’d stopped bleeding, mostly. She had nothing clean to cover them with though. If only she was as resourceful as her sisters, she might be able to fashion something to press down on the wounds and help it to heal, but all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry.

The light in the cell stayed on all night, periodically flickering at no fixed interval, making it very hard to get much rest. Erato pulled the gurney over to try and block the light out as she lay underneath it, but it barely helped, affording her a fitful couple of hours. She had no way of telling how long she’d been in there either. The bucket in the corner smelled bad too, making her nose wrinkle, but she couldn’t have held it in any longer. The sharp smell of pee contributed to keeping her awake too. And on top of that, the cuts on her chest stung and throbbed, making her wince and whimper every time she had to move and they pulled. Dried blood crusted on her skin, making her itch. She tried to use her fallen tears to clean away the blood, but the salt made the wound sting and then she cried even more.

By the time Hybris came back in the morning, Erato was exhausted, aching, cold and miserable, her eyes red and sore from crying. She did not look her usual delicious self, first thing in the morning, not. at. all.