A Crimson History #1: Corrupted Branding

Jessica stared down at her hands, they’re always shaking nowadays. (They feel like they’re covered in fresh blood all the time).

She placed her left hand on the desk, the Carved Rune, the sigil marking her as Hers, gripping the knife with her right hand. A deep breath, ignoring the ghosts of touches, brought the knife down.

The blade cuts neatly into her hand, in the center of the sigil.

Jessica didn’t make a sound, twisted the blade to make sure she corrupted the spell (ruined the branding). It burned, ached and bled, and it set her free.

Fucking finally.