Leave with Me

While her tears still ran freely down her face she attempted to touch the padlock again but it burned twice as bad as the first time. Feeling very challenged and bustling with determination she used the hem of her dress to try again but whatever substance the iron rods were made from was too sever and her poor fingers suffered. Verona made to try again but the younger woman stopped her.

"Don't ruin your hands any further, nothing will ever be able to withstand the cursed thing. Ask not, I've been trying…" Sophiet said this with a genuine smile as she showed the woman her battered fingers, making the redhead remember the similar moments that had followed Gal's death. How freely the serpent joked and how wide her smile was. She wouldn't dare to think of the worst, not again, she swore innately.

Looking frantically around she search for something, anything that could be of any help no matter how little.

"It's pointless…"

"Shut up!"