Welcome to a new part Demon World unedited. We start right where we left of last time.
The laugh coming from behind the trees wasn’t the voice of ethic and moral, such a voice wouldn’t have laughed at other’s fall, if the devil had existed, it would have been the voice of the devil itself. But as people other believed in their own righteousness, as people always believed in their own right, it was easier to let her carry the heavy weight of the chains and shame than to turn around and look carefully at the actions of the one in charge.
The other girls had been put in another cell across the corridor, she could see them, they weren’t chained, they were holding on to each other and crying. There was no blood on their white shirt, at least not yet. It seemed unfair to her to be treated differently, she also needed support but she decided to get over it, most of all she needed information.
“How did we get here?” was the first thing she asked.
She had wanted to ask something like “are you all right?” or to say something comforting but she had never been really good at it. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for other people’s feeling or well being, it was more that it was obvious that they weren’t doing well, it was obvious that no matter what she said it wasn’t going to help them feel any better anyway. But human being couldn’t do anything without that kind of chat, if you weren’t chit chatting like a good girl, they thought that you didn’t care and that was exactly how the other girls felt.
They looked at her them looked away.
The other girls had been put in another cell across the corridor, she could see them, they weren’t chained, they were holding on to each other and crying. There was no blood on their white shirt, at least not yet. It seemed unfair to her to be treated differently, she also needed support but she decided to get over it, most of all she needed information.
“How did we get here?” was the first thing she asked.
She had wanted to ask something like “are you all right?” or to say something comforting but she had never been really good at it. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for other people’s feeling or well being, it was more that it was obvious that they weren’t doing well, it was obvious that no matter what she said it wasn’t going to help them feel any better anyway. But human being couldn’t do anything without that kind of chat, if you weren’t chit chatting like a good girl, they thought that you didn’t care and that was exactly how the other girls felt.
They looked at her them looked away.
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