Invisible heavy shackles wrapped around her wrists; cuffs.
Led by the Head of the Demons himself.
She might be detained, but the chains are loose, as if she has her freedom but her body refuses to follow anyone but him.
Any physical torture? No. Any physical anything? Barely – that’s the problem, she thought.
Ever heard of someone who was held captive and wanted to beg their captor to pull that chain so they’d be closer?
This is not a case of Stockholm syndrome, for she was the one who turned herself in to sacrifice her own soul.
He took her in, thinking she could entertain him for a while, but she was persistent, and he let her go.
“Why?”, she asked, “I don’t understand”.
“And you don’t need to. All you need to do is leave. There is no place here for a good-for-nothing vessel who’s soul I have already devoured. Your role here is done.” he replied with no hesitation.
“At least a part of me resides within you, somewhere, lingering, when I physically could not.” she smiled and turned around.
Invisible cuffs, chains that extended vastly, and an unbreakable bond that she couldn’t sever, hoping one day he’d close this distance that she hated so much.
Hope? With a demon, eh? Ah, well I guess that’s my punishment for the sin I’ve committed, she thought,
I fed a demon. I fell in love with one so shamelessly. I still refuse to cut off the only thing that ties me to him. This is my atonement, living through this hell of a life without him, a million miles away.