“I’m so scared of you…” no one in particular whispers tearfully, voice shaky, as she drives the dagger straight into my neck.

Red gushes from the wound. I crumble to the ground, clutching my throat.

“I-I’m sorry…” I groan weakly, drowning in my own blood, but it’s not enough. Not enough for me, not enough for her.

I reach out to beg for mercy, but,

She stomps on my face. I feel the bones in my face break, shatter, splinter into my skin.

“I, righteous!” She stomps again.

“I, righteous!” She stomps again.

“I, righteous!” She stomps again.

She kneels down and pulls the dagger out with all her might. It leaves my throat in a mess of skin and guts.

My face, forever frozen in horror.

“I’LL FORGET YOU!” she swears by all that is good, and reaches into my eye sockets with both her hands.

She pulls the wretched things straight out.

“Please… do…” I whisper weakly, reaching out shakily once again.

The sight of my hubris drives her to fury.

She takes my fingers and, with the dull dagger, saws them off, one by one.

“EXCEPT FOR BRIEF MOMENTS OF WEAKNESS!” she vows by the night and the day, and reaches into the hole in my throat to rip my tongue out.

All I can do is cry tears of blood.

“BUT I CURSE YOU TO REMEMBER ME FOR ALL TIME!” she seals her curse with the dagger, and carves her name into the side of my head.

I deserve it.

I deserve it.

I deserve it.