She was living in multiple alternated realities
constantly fought solis against luna you know
while experiencing delusions and fighting slavery
...Inside of his domestic kingdom,
she figured out who's characters were for show.
Oh god, the ways in which she revealed her own darkness sometimes was sickening but manipulation had before held her captive.
She became a victim with no strength to respond any other way than being passive.
This so-called king possessed weapons of puppetry and diluted morals, she applied fresh lipstick to her face and got ready to constantly give him oral.
Over & over again she misplaced her caring art, seemed to have mastered her heartlessness into a form of art.
Forever she remained mute, nobody sensed her pain if she sat there playing cute.
She stuttered whenever she tried to use her voice, people judged her for being quiet like if it was her own fucking choice.
...Trauma lingered in her mind and on her face, to whom it did not concern as long as she was cooperative dressed in lace.
She was fully aware this darkness she had endured may have triggered inside of her a personality disorder, as she crawled on her knees & repeatedly gave in to his wretched & violating orders.
She was no longer the same proper creature, she was all over the place and possessed heartless features.
How was she supposed to be sure of what she truly feels?
When she could not even tell apart delusions from what is real.
Developing h.p.p.d