Hands burning flesh and fingers melting, grasping at the ledge of the abyss... far off screams turn into sobs into moans as Vita stares with incomprehension at the souls trying desperately to climb out after her. Rising up from certain death’s depth they cling to life, to hope they will escape this prison where she cast them. Each fiercely desiring their own revenge on her as she rejected them one by one, forcing them into this torment of smoke and ashes. Little does Vita know why the devil, her husband and master have brought her here to this place, this time, with designs for her soul, mind and body…

© Athena Rose 12/02/12

Typical me, read out of order, but yep, more wanted still..Awesome writings Athena...

Funny stuff, Ainjel...