Priscilla (Part 2/2)“Very well, young one, you have made a wise choice. Please begin phase two men.” Footsteps echoed towards the direction of the door, it opening and shutting. The machine was lifted away from my body and the blades silenced. A sharp pain coursed from my chest, my body convulsed outward from its shackles. Flashes of my previous experiences in that wretched hall played before my eyes in a random and nonsensical manner, enough to rouse a response in me, and therefore create a boiling hot sensation in my stomach. Most of the men in the room remarked how they had never seen something so bright and that I was showing remarkable progress. This burning traveled all throughout my body, and pooled in my hands, melting some of the metal that bound my wrists. I felt an overwhelming strength overcome me, but simultaneously a sense of dread, doubt, despair, depression, and disgust. The blindfold was slowly removed, the tears wiped from my eyes, and sweat blotted off. First thought that caPriscilla (Part 2/2) by thenandmshow
Priscilla (Part 1/2)New experiences can be delightful, can’t they? What is more delightful than taking flight and finding your own adventure out in the world? For little girls, such as myself, I never knew any better. I thought that when I was offered a journey to Heaven to be under the King himself, being watched for potential and wisdom, and then chosen from so many other little girls, I was the luckiest angel to ever spread its wings. Children my age are blind, however, to the corruptions of the world revealed to us in our later years. I reflect now, as an adult, on the complications that lead me to my peculiar and particular situation.Priscilla (Part 1/2) by thenandmshow
It all began when I was a mere 4 years old. I lived a relatively simple life, a brother, a sister, a mother, a father. I would run down hills and pick the wildflowers which bloomed in all colors when summer rolled around. I would scribble chalk until the sidewalk and I were equally as dusty. I read, drew, ran, played, skipped, and smiled like every other little gi
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