The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Inquisitors
The following morning found me sleeping fitfully, tossing and turning until a sharp knock at the door awakened me. Groggily, I stumbled out of bed, rubbed my bleary eyes, and threw on a dress and my cloak before crossing the room and cracking the door.
"Morning, Starlight," Sorrin said, bright and cheerful despite the morning hour. "Sleep alright?"
I answered with a noncommittal shrug and opened the door, falling onto the bed and yawning. He slipped into the room with a nervous glance behind him and closed the door, quickly sweeping his eyes around the room. The sudden move startled me, and I found my tail sweeping across the bed nervously. I knew he had no ill intentions, but it was the first time in a long time since I'd been alone with a man in a closed room, the feeling sending a thrill of uncertainty through me.