<div style="text-align: center">《 Sou》<br/>
Location: South of Abendblume<br/>
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</div>Pain.<br/><br/>Life was<i>pain</i>.<br/><br/>Sou flitted in and out of reality. She saw the lifeless eyes of her tormentor as her flesh was rendered. A thousand cuts – butterfly blades measured her worth and created a new skin around the tormented body that once was hers.<br/><br/>Sou's eyes flicked open. The face was gone.<br/><br/>The sound of a dog's panting and the fetid, warm breath of the beast washed over her. Sou lifted her chin as much as she could, praying that a beast, any beast, would come by and rip her throat out to end the pain.<br/><br/>She whimpered.<i>"Kill me, please," </i>her eyes pleaded silently to the beast.<br/><br/>A voice, older, feminine, demanded something. Sou began to weep quietly, the sobs shuddering through her aching, stiff form like shards of glass. The salt from her tears stung as they streaked down the sides of her face. She saw the dark skeletal limbs of trees above, the glitter of uncaring stars, the passing of a shadow, quiet and pale. Her whimpers trailed into soft moans, entreating Death to take her quickly.<br/><br/>Somehow the woman's voice broke through the agony, and Sou pressed her limbs into the soil to struggle to her feet. She was in too much torment to care how she looked. She leaned without pride when the woman helped her, and slowly they began to move.<br/><br/>Sou felt the quiet hopelessness she had as a child.<br/><br/><i>"This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you."<br/>
"You have no respect. Maybe a belt will help you remember." <br/>
"Worthless little brat. I wish I'd never had you." <br/>
</i><br/>Tears mingled with the blood across her chest and breast. Sou took a shuddering breath and took another step.