the girl lived with a man who beat her regularly. she couldn't stand it and committed suicide when he beat her half to death. at one of the moments of the end of her life, she dreamed that everything would be different, only then she felt that she could change everything. happy fragments of the future that would never come in her life flashed through her imagination and she felt free will, but after losing a lot of blood, the girl fell from powerlessness to the edge of the bath and her mortal body was enveloped in death.
when Mistress Dolores finds me, wraps around my heart, penetrates my mind, crawls and wriggles in the convolutions of my brain with words like vile worms, strangles my chest and cuts my eyes, I break down and find solace in her abode. there is peace in this place... and oblivion.
