Wither

That room became my confines for several days. I was given the necessities I needed to survive but no more. I tried to catch whomever was delivering these items but they seemed to only appear when ever I had fallen asleep. I even tried to pretend to be asleep in hopes of figuring out whom was entering my room but my efforts were futile.

Those days were filled in desperate cling need of wanting to relieve the warmth of my body and experiencing the colors of the world again. At several points my determination broke and I beg and grovelled for anyone to aid me but no one ever came.

I was alone and my rather pathetic attempts to satiate my carnal desires were futile. I was bored and the greys of the world had reclaimed me. Most of my time was spent exploring my body and sensuality that had accompanied it. However something else began to grew within me.

The hunger I began to feel grew deeper and with each passing day and more importantly each small moment of relief I began to weirdly feel different. Sometime after the sixth month of my punishment was the first time it truly awoken. As I had begun to drift into the realm of dreams after dampening my sheets for probably the eight time that day something unusual happened.

I awoke in afloat in a dark empty void caressing a small gentle purple ember within my naked embrace. I felt lonely and lost. I felt sadness and despair. I wanted more color again. I want to feel pleasure. I wanted to be more than an object to be discarded. I wanted to be reborn stronger so that I could shape the world in my image rather than live trough other peoples desires.

Memories that weren't mind began to fill me. I saw quick fleeting moments of the three from that throne room. However these memories were something that I had never witness or been told about. I then realized I had began to snatch their desire from them when ever we touched. When ever we got closer I began to know everything held deep within their hearts.

Reine's memories were by far the most prevalent. Reine however was no saint like I had thought. She was not my savior or hope but just a power crazed manipulator. She had stumbled upon by accident and upon earning of my unique abilities wanted to claim me as a toy. She wanted to break me down until I had nothing and make me become dependent on her. As those memories surged trough me I was weeping both in anger and sadness.

I needed to leave. I need to get out of here. I need to get strong so that I could stand on my own two legs. In this world the powerful survived and the weak are left to rot and serve. I would not be in service to another. I will awaken and evolve.

"Finally! You have awoken my precious queen!" echoed out from the flame. My body surged and pulsed with magical energy which felt as though my body was lit ablaze. I abruptly awoke form that dream screaming in pain as I grasped onto the sheets in desperation.