<a class="postlink" href="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd215/FullMoon1991/b0d1052a.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>The pain of the silver chains bit into his wrists and ankles, smoking as they burned. He had never known such agony. Though he didn't need to breathe, the lack of air in his prison left him uncomfortable. It took him almost a day to work his wrists free of the silver chains, but he managed it. He stripped his hands of most of the flesh in doing so, but damnit, he did it.<br/><br/>Over the course of what must have been days, though it felt like months, he screamed and thrashed and scraped at the prison around him, but he could do nothing to escape. His strength was nothing to him. He was going to kill her. In fact, she was probably already with him. She would disappear and no one would ever know what became of her. At least that was something. Her family wouldn't have to know the agony she surely would have gone through. The terror, pain, and forced lust that she would later hate herself for. He would strip her of everything: her pride, her joy, her sense of self, her very soul... Only when she was a mere shell of the stunning creature she had been would he finally kill her.<br/><br/>The weight of the spell imbued in the stupid cross they'd trapped him with was immense. He felt himself fading. Over the course of months, though it felt like decades, he wasted away. His thoughts faded into blackness. His body decayed away. There was almost nothing left of him.<br/><br/>Almost.<br/><br/>A single spark remained. A dull spark, like a dying coal buried in the ashes of last night's fire. When a strong wind suddenly blew lift into his flames, his thoughts were slow to respond. Only his body reacted to the force of life that gradually began to return. He lay dormant, lost in grief, defeat, and depression as his body rebuilt itself. The process was slow, as the tissue had little to build on in order to regenerate.<br/><br/>Three days after the girl covered the evidence of her rebellious act of vandalism, a hand pushed through the upset soil, fingers clawing desperately. He was finally free.