Prayers for the damned

everything spouted by the woman was full of ill intent. She had no delusions of power or of escape. Yes she was a survivor. But at least she did not know pain on a daily basis thanks to her willingness to do as she was told. She forgot a category though. Those born in darkness but see the light but cannot reach it. That's where she was. She knew freedom was a thing but had known it only briefly before she was brought right back into the darkness.

Unlike her Eulogy knew love and faith. Her mother had been gifted the opportunity to raise her. She was silent now though as she watched the den's entrance. Nephthys had no clue about her. She was strong. Strong enough to know she would never make it if she ran, that if she was patient Rhyme would eventually find her. Then she said that no one would come to save her. She had once been told by her mother. That her mate was leader of a great pack and her family owned a large one somewhere in the lands and they would fight for those that were wronged. She had faith that one day they would be there for her and take her from this nightmare. Silence was all she was going to give this witch for now though. She spoke lies and tried to twist her heart into darkness but it just couldn't be done. Not without something more major than words.