Friday, September 14, 2012

Vengeance Quest

Trella pushed her body nearly beyond its limits, executing the regimen of exercise with brutal efficiency. Slowly, she was regaining her strength and would soon be fit to return to the streets. For everything, there was a time and that time had not yet come. For now, she must hold the raging cataclysm inside of her.

The unspeakable abuses he’d committed against, not only, her body but her mind were unforgettable and unforgiveable. While she bore the scars, both physical and psychic, with mute resignation, her desire to reclaim her honor was a burning hunger forever gnawing at her.

Emerging from the shower, she stood before the fogged mirror and carefully wrote upon her forehead with the indelible marker. The single word she wrote was a reminder to her that her mind and her body belonged to no one but her.

That night, staring out at the city below, she knew he was out there…somewhere. 

This story was written for the weekly Saturday Sunday Tails prompt: cataclysm inside.

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