827 Release

⟬ Aboard the Sugar-Titted Siren II. ⟭ 

Imperia blinked her eyes... trying to focus. 

She watched her hand struggle and shake, lifting a mere handkerchief... touching upon the still weeping lash marks on her naked chest. 

It hurt. 

So... so much. 

She knew it was unhealthy to peel at the scabs.

...They itched so terribly. 

Her whole body was hot with fever.

She wanted to sleep... maybe forever.

Yet... sleep eluded her.

Water. 

Did they at least leave her a pitcher? 

She was so thirsty... locked in her room, only her thoughts to keep her company. 

All living creatures of the Realm... they needed water to live. 

...Maybe that's why she didn't deserve it. 

The events of only a few bells earlier in the sun... she kept seeing them. 

A wakeful nightmare. 

...The most horrid of visions. 

...of how she shot and killed the Heart of the Ocean.