Story part one

I want to tell you a story. But it is dark and I am afraid that if I begin telling it, you will want to turn on lights and make jokes to lighten the load of this story. This is not that kind of story. It tells well when it is able to weigh you down without your consent. It requires that you are paralyzed with fear because if you fight back, the story will never be told properly. It is not one to be told from the stance of the hunter but rather from the prey who was not devoured. That does not make the prey the victor, merely one who escaped and recovered enough voice to cry out. If you cannot bear pain then I advise you to avoid this story. If you will need to protect every girl you see as a result then you might not want to read this story. If you will need to be comforted by the prey, then this story is not for you.

If however, you still have nightmares as your brain tries to make sense of what happened, then this story is for you. If the memory of the pain causes your chest to tighten and your heart to break ever so slightly then this story is for you. If you were there like I was there, then this story is for you. This is a story. This is our story. This is the story.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was taught to think yet required to merely do what she was told. She lived in a beautiful marble tower surrounded by ivy that climbed and wound around that tower in a tender caress. The girl enjoyed reading books about other girls in forests, fields and fairy tales. She read the binding off of her books and lovingly slipped the pages back into the proper order. Occasionally, she would slide a page into a part of the book where it did not belong and she would imagine that the story still made sense with this little anomaly. She also listened to music...all kinds of music. She was not a princess, so there were no musicians to play for her but she could command music to come from the black disks or from the box that magically emitted sounds and voices and notes. She was happy in her world but she was always aware of the paradoxes of her prison like paradise.

You see, there was a dragon outside of her tower. The dragon was a beautiful creature with wings and iridescent scales that shimmered in the sunlight. The elders told her that the dragon was dangerous and could destroy her small frame with one puff of fire laced breath. She studied the creature from a distance and was always careful to be kind to the creature that could destroy her so easily. She watched to see when the creature slept and when the creature rose. She watched the creature eat and noticed that she had great difficulty swallowing - but that seems logical when part of your design includes a cinder box instead of a voice box.