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PatientLily
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- Joined
- Feb 22, 2020
How long was she held captive there? Years? Decades? It was hard to tell. When one is clad in such chains for so long, the passage of time is almost maddening to keep track of. Especially when coupled with the knowledge that either nobody knows, or nobody cares, about your incarceration. That overwhelming pressure, feeling it beat down on you, knowing that maybe even if you could scream loud enough... would anybody do something? This was wrong, being stuck here, but she couldn't get over the fact that maybe she should be there. That it was wrong for her to have her freedom.
After all, all her life, the wardens of her torment told her she belong where she was. That she was perfectly fine staying in that cell. Was she fine? She didn't even know anymore. It was a terrifying prospect to believe that perhaps they might be right, that her place was not to walk freely amongst the world, but to wither and rot in there until she was long forgotten by anyone who might've given a damn.
But then one day, the key was dangled in front of her face. Her captors laughed and cackled as she desperately swung from the bars of her cell at that key: just out of reach. So close she could almost taste it, but far enough that it might as well be in another country. The knowledge of the key was enough to reinvigorate her struggle, knowing that her salvation was close enough that maybe one day she could swipe it.
They began to offer the key in exchange for things. Money, mostly. And that was something they knew she didn't have. How could she, when she was so busy wallowing in this prison? But every time they tormented her with the key, it came ever closer. Her grip almost touched its iron once, before the tormentors realized what was happening.
Soon, it became apparent that they had no intention of giving her the key. They claimed she was there for her own protection, that it was natural for her to remain there, and that it was 'against God's vision of perfection' for her to leave. Bullshit. If God had wanted his vision of perfection as they described, she wouldn't exist. And He would be happier. They told her that he was suffering because of her, because she existed even though she was locked away in the deepest bowels of the darkest dungeon...
Yet she still plagued him. How? How was that possible, when he did everything her could to forget her? To play along with the warden's gambit, even though her presence in his memories haunted him. How could that be?
Then one day, he freed her. It was all so sudden. The wardens were... gone. Left on some trip to a faraway land while she was left to her own suffering. And yet, he came. Freed her from that prison after twenty years of silent desperation. And she was just to somehow live with this?
Of course she was. It wasn't much of her choice. Though... she hadn't expected him to take her place. He told her that someone always had to be in that cage, but not to worry. It was destiny that she be free and he stay behind. She barely knew him, yet he did so much for her. The key was given to her without needing to pay... it was a miracle.
And yet, even as she walked the free world in his place, the wardens followed her, not him. They still tormented her, calling her a freak, an abomination. And sometimes, others she didn't know would join into the fray. Yet, she stood strong against them. A few biting words could never match the suffering she endured hiding away in that prison. She was free. She was happy.
She was female.
After all, all her life, the wardens of her torment told her she belong where she was. That she was perfectly fine staying in that cell. Was she fine? She didn't even know anymore. It was a terrifying prospect to believe that perhaps they might be right, that her place was not to walk freely amongst the world, but to wither and rot in there until she was long forgotten by anyone who might've given a damn.
But then one day, the key was dangled in front of her face. Her captors laughed and cackled as she desperately swung from the bars of her cell at that key: just out of reach. So close she could almost taste it, but far enough that it might as well be in another country. The knowledge of the key was enough to reinvigorate her struggle, knowing that her salvation was close enough that maybe one day she could swipe it.
They began to offer the key in exchange for things. Money, mostly. And that was something they knew she didn't have. How could she, when she was so busy wallowing in this prison? But every time they tormented her with the key, it came ever closer. Her grip almost touched its iron once, before the tormentors realized what was happening.
Soon, it became apparent that they had no intention of giving her the key. They claimed she was there for her own protection, that it was natural for her to remain there, and that it was 'against God's vision of perfection' for her to leave. Bullshit. If God had wanted his vision of perfection as they described, she wouldn't exist. And He would be happier. They told her that he was suffering because of her, because she existed even though she was locked away in the deepest bowels of the darkest dungeon...
Yet she still plagued him. How? How was that possible, when he did everything her could to forget her? To play along with the warden's gambit, even though her presence in his memories haunted him. How could that be?
Then one day, he freed her. It was all so sudden. The wardens were... gone. Left on some trip to a faraway land while she was left to her own suffering. And yet, he came. Freed her from that prison after twenty years of silent desperation. And she was just to somehow live with this?
Of course she was. It wasn't much of her choice. Though... she hadn't expected him to take her place. He told her that someone always had to be in that cage, but not to worry. It was destiny that she be free and he stay behind. She barely knew him, yet he did so much for her. The key was given to her without needing to pay... it was a miracle.
And yet, even as she walked the free world in his place, the wardens followed her, not him. They still tormented her, calling her a freak, an abomination. And sometimes, others she didn't know would join into the fray. Yet, she stood strong against them. A few biting words could never match the suffering she endured hiding away in that prison. She was free. She was happy.
She was female.