Angel Dust by Aurora Morgenstern (summer beach reads .TXT) 📕

to yourself. What have they ever done but lied to you to inspire such loyalty? They left you for dead on the battlefiel, he left you. Michael didn´t come to save you, where is he now I wonder?", he gently moves his hands up and down my bare arms. In my mind I have watched him die a million times over, it´s the only thing keeping me remotely sane here. the thought that if I hold out long enough Michael will come and then I will kill Nathaniel. These visions of killing him have become my only solace, everyday again I tell myself tomorrow. Tomorrow Michael will come and save you. Tomorrow But Michael never comes. Tomorrow, has become my mantra. My voice is too hoarse from screaming to say anything at all so I just shake my head. He leans in closer and whispers into my ear:

"Now that´s a shame. I can make it all stop. You just need to tell me where you hid it", his voice dripping heavy like honey, thick and too sweet. I gather all the courage I have left and when he leans back, blancing on his toes, I spit him in the face. Angrily he wipes the fluid from his face and glares at me, fire raging in his eyes. I have pushed it too far and I know it. I take a certain pleasure in knowing that while I cannot escape or save myself I can make him lose control, show him he´s not as powerful as he thinks. At least that´s what I tell ymself, teh reality is different. in reality I hope that one day I will push him far enough to snap, to make him lose control and kill me. How I wish he would just get it over with. He glares at me and slaps me hard, hard enough that I see stars and loose focus. I vaguely hear him get up and leave. I laugh, a horrible inhuman sound turning into a sputtering cough. My head falls back against the wall and I am suddendly, painfully aware of the heat of the brick behind me. One would think it would be cold in a stone cell, especially considering my dress is at best a patchwork framework of torn rags. And yet the stone wall is warm, almost hot. I guess the one thing I won´t have to worry about in my special little place in hell is developing pneunomia. I know that he won´t be gone for long, not nearly long enough. He takes pleasure in tormenting me with his presence as often as his father will allow it, Nathaniel is the one that bring me food, that tortures me and the one that takes me to the bathroom. You can say a lot but at least they let me have some of my dignity, either that or they just don´t want to have to bother with cleaning the cell. The food while it looks mouthwateringly delicious tastes stale and rotten as soon as it passes my lips. i tried the first few days to starve myself to death to escape, my efforts were quickly discovered by one of the demonic guards and from then on Nathaniel stayed with me during mealtime and made sure I ate my fill of it. 

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 A fond reminder that the first commandment binding, it forbids the whorship of anything but him. What kind of arrogant god would demand such a thing, it would mean that he himself is flawless and omniscent. But if your god is all powerful, why create a world in which children are born crippeled and blind. A world where hatred is possible, being teh creator he must have himself created hate

Imprint

Text: Louise.A.K.Delz aka Aurora Morgenstern
Images: Irishxcoffee
Publication Date: 05-04-2013

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Dedication:
For mom...because you´re always there for me and because you believe. I love you.