Expectations can be overwhelming, suffocating, and even dangerous. They often paint a distorted, one-dimensional image of who we are. To truly understand ourselves, we must sometimes shatter that mirror by shattering our expectations.
MeLaan Saigo...
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Her chest burned with the need for more air. A million regrets ran through her mind as she ran along the forest floor, legs pumping in a futile attempt to escape the creature chasing her. For the majority of the day, she had been trudging through the forest, heading north to the nearest town. It didn't cross her mind how demons could roam during the day under the densely packed trees, which provided enough shade for them to wander.
Weaving between the trees, she tried to ignore the pain that shot up her leg at every step. She'd rolled it some time ago when she'd jumped over a fallen log. Another of her many regrets. Wearing heeled boots. The animalistic panting was drawing nearer as she felt her energy starting to sap away. She was never one to be particularly adept in activities regarding stamina.
Heart thumping in her throat and the wind roaring in her ears, the girl bunched up her skirt to take a final desperate dash. However, her feeble hopes quickly dissipated as she felt her legs buckling underneath her. Eyes widening, she tumbled over a tree root and rolled over the ground with a harsh thud. Rolling over her bag, the contents of it dug into her side, making her hold back a yelp.
The demon came into view crawling on all fours, grey skin wrinkly and sickly. Its long tongue dragged across the forest floor as an unnerving smile adorns its hideous face. frantically scooting away, she let out a scream as the demon's tongue began to snake toward her fallen figure.
"AH! HELP! GET AWAY FROM ME!" She took off her bag and threw it with all her might right into its face. The demon's scratchy voice soon followed, a dissonance of clanking metal giving out a yell of irritation.
"Ow, little bitch! I was gonna be nice and eat you quickly, but clearly a brat like you need to learn some respect." The demon screeched as its tongue waved around in the air, making her face twist into an expression of deep disturbance.
"Why the fuck do you look like a demented frog?!" she unintentionally blurted out before slapping a hand over her mouth as she realized her mistake. She experienced another wave of regrets, equaling the fear and panic she felt.
"HAH?! That does it now, girl. You're coming with me." It scowled at my sudden spout of thought. Much like a frog—as previously described- — its tongue shot right at her. Wrapping around her ankles tightly, it began to drag her towards it as she thrashed and frantically tried to hold on to anything nearby. Her efforts were vain as the rest of its tongue wrapped around her legs and torso, successfully binding her in the slimy appendage.
The experience was incredibly uncomfortable for MeLaan. The stickiness made her feel icky all over, and the pressure on her ankle did nothing to help. It began to constrict around her, forcing her to stop moving.
"Oh? What do we have here?" the demon's attention was drawn to her bandaged hand. The blood from the multiple incisions it had sustained from punching the mirror had already seeped through the bonds, staining it crimson. Bringing her closer, it inhaled deeply with its eyes closed, taking in the scent of the distressed girl's blood.
