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Jun. 18th, 2004 04:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morganknightSo here I am. Back.
They took me... the Celestial Chorus, that is. Took me to a dark, cold, torchlit room in the depths of some medievalish dungeon. Hung my by my wrists, and left me there.
Not alone, not always alone, not ever alone for long. They had to get the information from me. And I had to not tell them.
I barely remember what happened. I remember now only because I look at myself, see the markings they left on my body. My hands, broken and gnarled. Countless marks of fire, knives, whips, worse, etched across my body. My teeth. My hair, my toes. My eye...
It's all a blur.
Sometime during all of it... I stopped feeling pain. No, that's not quite right. I still feel it. I'm still aware of when I've been hurt, I still feel pain, it just -- no longer registers on that primal level of avoidance, of reflex and response. I suppose I owe the Chorus, in some small perverse way, for pushing me to a state of mind-over-body that many Akashics might never reach. One strange, unusual state. Crazy, maybe...
Once I achieved that, the time blurred. The time blurred... minutes, hours, days. It seemed like forever...
Maybe in a way it was.
They took me... the Celestial Chorus, that is. Took me to a dark, cold, torchlit room in the depths of some medievalish dungeon. Hung my by my wrists, and left me there.
Not alone, not always alone, not ever alone for long. They had to get the information from me. And I had to not tell them.
I barely remember what happened. I remember now only because I look at myself, see the markings they left on my body. My hands, broken and gnarled. Countless marks of fire, knives, whips, worse, etched across my body. My teeth. My hair, my toes. My eye...
It's all a blur.
Sometime during all of it... I stopped feeling pain. No, that's not quite right. I still feel it. I'm still aware of when I've been hurt, I still feel pain, it just -- no longer registers on that primal level of avoidance, of reflex and response. I suppose I owe the Chorus, in some small perverse way, for pushing me to a state of mind-over-body that many Akashics might never reach. One strange, unusual state. Crazy, maybe...
Once I achieved that, the time blurred. The time blurred... minutes, hours, days. It seemed like forever...
Maybe in a way it was.
