Andaria awoke to screams of pain and agony in a dank, dark prison cell. Her arms were chained to the slimy wall behind her and warm blood trickled down from where her shackles had cut into her. Her body was covered in lacerations and bruises from the countless beatings she had endured. Her eyes burned from lack of sleep and were dry as desert sand. Her stomach churned from lack of food, and she was quickly becoming dehydrated. The people in the surrounding cells were not doing much better, it seemed, and had been there for years, whereas she had been there only three months.
She could not remember what she had done to be put in that wretched place, and did not want to remember for that matter. She just wanted out. But Andaria was a very prideful person, and would never beg for mercy. She took her beatings and lashes with a smile on her face, not even wincing. She refused to give them a single taste of satisfaction from her pain. After an hour or two of whipping her, or raping her, the guards would take her back to her cell and shackle her to the wall. Sometimes they would give her a bite of bread or a bit of water before leaving. But usually they would merely spit on her.
Day after day Andaria went through this, waiting for her moment. She was sure it would come eventually. Until that day she would bide her time, patiently waiting for a slip in their security. Perhaps after a guard unlocked her shackles he would drop the keys, or maybe be distracted by some other prisoner's catcalls. Or perhaps a fight would break out and she would be able to flee. She hoped that her moment would come before her captors found out how to break her.
You see, Andaria had one weakness, and one weakness only: her emotions. She was a slave to her own emotions, she was ruled by them. She could never do the logical thing when her heart told her differently; she had to follow it. There was one thing, though, that if she was told was hurt or with another, would tear her soul to bloody shreds. That would break her heart in an instant. This hing ment so much to her, she would take on the Goddess herself to protect it.
That thing was in reality a person: a man by the name of Draco.
Draco was Andaria's lover; a half-demon, half-elf whom had a short fuse and a king of dragons. (INSERT PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION HERE) Draco was immensely strong, and there was a very slim chance of him ever being injured, but there was always that underlying fear that one day he would pick a fight with someone that was too strong, even for him... But most of all, Andaria was worried that he may find a woman that was more beautiful than her, kinder, stronger...a better lover than she. For Draco was her first, and more than likely her last.
Andaria herself was a half-demon, half-elf, with the most luxurious blonde hair you have ever seen which reached down to her ankles. She had large dark brown eyes with little gold flecks in them, and long jet black eyelashes. With lips the color of rubys, and pale skin she was a wonder to see. Her body was the perfect balance of muscle and fat, much looked upon with jelosy from other women. Though being in that prison so long had changed her, and that once beautiful pale skin was now covered in splotches of purple and black, along with fresh and old cuts.
Draco loved Andaria with all his being, and had asked her to marry him one day. She accepted without hesitation, making them happier than they ever before had been. Each would give their life to save the others, which makes you wonder, why had Draco not come to save her? She pondered this many times herself, and it was slowly breaking her. In fact, for the first time since she had been imprisoned, Andaria cried. In fact, because of cuts near her eyes, it seemed she cried blood.
The more she thought about it, the less she wanted him to save her. She wanted to prove that she could escape on her own. She wanted to prove that she was worthy of Draco. She wanted to prove that she was worthy of life. So Andaria begain to plot her escape. In one more month she would be allowed to go out into the sunlight an hour a day with the other prisoners to stretch and become stronger. She would find a way to get them on her side to make her escape. For at the moment, her will was not strong enough to get away. Her body and mind were not equiped to try to escape. She had to become stronger.
I need talk to Wayne.....
I NEED HELP!! and wayne....*grin
i've lost a frind because i have to be a fucking bitch when im in a bad mood........i'
I NEED TO TALK TO JENNIFER!!!
I havent gotten to talk to Wayne today. His number hasnt been blocked by the evil mother unit yet so he could call or at least get online.... i wish he would....
I love having friends who can drive and know where both I, and [Amazon Goddesses], live. its wonderful. thanks so much, Brandon. and I love you with all my heart and soul Wayne. (be afraid, be very afraid)
B-T-W, Shannon [Chynadoll], what crawled up your ass and died? be nice! I only asked a simple favor! Hell, TAYLOR [EmteeSoul77] did it for me!! She didnt bitch about calling him!!
blessed be!
I have a demon counter-part called Andaria!!!! I wish that was my real name........
I drank WAY too much last night. I have never thrown up after drinking b-4 (and i drink straight vodka & triple-sec) but I did last night. While I was on the phone with Wayne. Oh well..... The funny thing is, he had also been drinking.
I don't desearve him. He is too good for me. I won't let ANYONE take him from me. We'll prove them all wrong. Damnit. I love you, Baby.
Last night I found out that one of my friends has herpies. That poor girl. May the Goddess save her.
Wayne told me he loves me this morning at 2. i love him too
i'm sorry Wayne. today's been a bad day. they'll disappear soon. i heal quikly.
Wayne is SO sweet! He is always telling me how beautiful I am, and how lucky he is to have me....(not that I believe that) And he knows the meaning of no! Isn't that cool?! And he is a wiccan, too. We practice together sometimes.... He's a water sign to my fire. Rather funny that he's a pyro. And he's a poet, too. Though he's not crazy sappy overtly mushy poet like Richie.... But yeah.
Blessed be!!
I told a friend of mine, Wayne to be exact, about Drew. It was at my locker after 3rd block. He was kneeling down beside me, cuz I have a bottom locker. He said he could help me forget him. I got up and walked away laughing. He followed me and said, "Come on, Amanda, give me a shot! whats the worst that can happen?" So....*blush*.
i almost got a hot pink scarf, but didnt have enough money, and i saw the same type at wal mart for 1/2 the price but they didnt have pink so i didnt get one....now i think red will be fine but my mum (the evil bitch) wont drive me.
Damnit damnit damnit damnit damnit damnit. oh, by the way, damnit
I'M DYING MY HAIR RED!!!
I wrote this in math today. thanx for the line Richie:
BLOODY LOVE
¯¯¯¯¯¯ ¯¯¯¯
Love is like a razor blade
that leaves my soul to bleed.
I wish my love for you would fade,
Instead of growing like a weed.
You tore my heart to bloody shreads
And left it there to rot.
My eyes are crying crimson red,
For your love for me is naught.
Please, love, tell me why!
Why must you hurt me so?
Why is it blood that I cry?
Why wouldn't you say yes or no?
A straight answer was all I wanted,
Would that have been so hard?
Instead your words haunt me,
And stab at me like glass shards.
I've bled too much over you,
And I bet you doun't even care.
There is nothing you can do,
For there is nothing left to tear.
I hate you, Drew. I FUCKING HATE YOU!! You fucking never gave me a straight answer and its tearing me apart. Just tell me if I have a fucking chance, dont beat around the fucking bush. If you care at ALL you can at least fucking tell me the truth. Tell me if youre worth waiting for tell me if you will EVER fucking return my love. TELL ME DAMN IT!!! If you have any ounce of fucking goodness in you you'll stop fucking hurting me like this, Drew. cause it fucking hurts so bad i feel as if you ripped out my fucking heart and left it on the fucking floor to fucking bleed and rot!!! Why did I let you fucking do this to me?! we've never even fucking dated before and i am crazy in love with you. How the fuck did you do that? If you think i am fucking stressing you look at me!!! I cant sleep cant eat I am crying at the littlest things......ST
Damn you, Kayla. Trying to steal Patrick. I wont have it. I know Patrick likes you more than me, but there is no way in HADES you are taking him from me.