Hands shaking, heart beating rapidly, and tears streaming down her face with a determined expression. Why couldn't she stop crying? This is what she wanted. To finally take her power back from the man who had robbed it from her for years. He had been so sweet at first. He knew just the right words to say to sooth her into a false sense of security. Then the exciting day had finally come when he asked her to move in with him. A few weeks later it had started. The beatings. For every small mistake or every time he had a bottle in his hand. He still knew what to say to make her feel better, when he was sober, but as the time went on her life just became more and more miserable. Now she had finally reached her wit's end and though she was scared to leave or call the authorities, afraid he would only beat her worse, she decided to do something a bit more drastic. She would summon something that would help her and he wouldn't be able to beat her anymore.<br/><br/>Looking into the full length mirror she had taken from the back of her bathroom door she saw her pale reflection staring back at her with an expression of determination mixed with fear across her face. Her long dark hair framed her gentle feminine features and her blue eyes seemed to pierce the darkness around her of the dim room. Her figure was frail, bruises and minor scrapes covering her arms and legs from her latest episode with her boyfriend who was away from the house and out drinking with friends at the moment. She had to finish this before he came home.<br/><br/>Before her lay an assortment of objects she had gathered according to the instructions she had found in an old summoning book she had bought from a old man at a flea market. He had practically given it to her and it had taken her a while to understand what she was reading. According to the book she had drawn various symbols and markings on her hardwood floor around the gathered items.The mirror she sat in front of was to act as the portal itself to allow the summoned creature to enter the mortal plain.<br/><br/>Taking a steadying breath she began to chant the incantation words from the book that rested in her lap. Her soft voice echoing around the room. This day.. she would be free of her abuser and finally be able to stand up straight without fear of being knocked down.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="241" data-username="@Devilsgun101" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/241/">@Devilsgun101</a>