In a matter of seconds she’d lost everything she’d ever known. Everything she’d believed in, worked for, lived for. Gone. slavery. rated m for possible future chapters.

So she stood there dying… and the world slowed down because she knew at that moment, that nothing could ever make her feel better, ever again.

He held it in his hands…running long spindly fingers over it, almost deciding… before crushing in his hand. One Shot. Suggestions for a better title accepted now.