Between Two Beasts

Though she lay between two beasts, she feels no fear. No sorrow. No apprehension. No guilt. Though claws may penetrate her skin, negativity will never penetrate her heart.

If it ever did, you would know... Shadows would overtake her eyes. The cracks of pavement would form sunken patterns in her skin. Her hair would knot. Her body would fold into itself until nothing was left but the ashes of her former self. That is the curse which has been placed upon her.

"This is just the cycle of life," she insists. A heart like that could never beg for freedom.