>"Don't look at it."
>"Just don't look at it."
>"Focus on the bricks in the wall."
>"Count them until you stop thinking again."
>It's not as effective now that she knows how many there are, but there's no other distractions.
>Just focus on anything except...
>Sasha cradled her head, but the image was burned into her eyes.
>Black skin, burst guts across the floor, Marcy's stretched, shocked grin.
>How long had she been here?
>It had to be months by now.
>She'd thought it was a cruel joke at first.
>That Andrias had brought her to gloat about how useless she'd been, about how she couldn't have stopped it, before taking Marcy away.
>But he hadn't.
>He'd left her there.
>Sasha had stained her clothes dragging her into the corner, with her back against the wall.
>But she quickly found she preferred her facing the wall, where her empty eyes couldn't dig into her like the maggots covering her skin.
>Where they couldn't blame her.
>The smell of death would have made her throw up if she'd had anything to eat this week.
>Awake or asleep, that body was haunting her.
>At times, she felt like she was dead herself, only to swat the insects off her and realize with terror that she'd persisted.
>It was her fault.
>It was all her fault.
>If she hadn't been so egotistical, if she had just trusted Anne, if she had just done anything except...be herself.
>Marcy would still be alive, instead of taunting her.
>She couldn't deal with this, they were both falling apart.
>But maybe this was what she deserved.
>To rot alive from the fallout of her own actions.
>The sound of footsteps caught her attention as Andrias entered the dungeon.
"You're still alive, good!"
"Why, I've come with a gift."
>Sasha just cowered. What else could she do?
"I thought you would enjoy spending time with Grime again."
>He said, throwing another body in.
>And on the other side of the castle, the gem of strength flashed uselessly as Sasha screamed