The Journey Of Yin And Yang

Yin lied there motionless for a long time, before her fingers started to twitch. She curled them and formed fists, before she flew up from the bed and landed shakily on her feet.

Her eyes were cold and numb, as she stared at nothing. Even if she was mentally absent, she still had some lingering memories of what had happened. What"s more, with the pain in her entire body she could hardly dismiss the reality.

With a swipe of her hand, she changed out the entire bed into a new one. She then flew towards her bathroom, which was connected to her bedroom.

Ever since the day of her abduction several hundred years ago, she had chosen to acquire a giant bathtub in the center of the bathroom. It was made of ice, but was modified to not freeze the water inside of it.

She opened the water crane, as she tore off her dirty clothes and stepped into the water. Her hand grabbed a sponge as she sat down and started to scrub.

Every single part of her that had been touched, was dirty and disgusting. She was so repulsed by the filth on her that she put all her strength in her motions.

She scrubbed her neck, her arms, her chest, her legs... She scrubbed everything until her otherwise white like porcelain skin were all turning red. Her skin stung because of her harsh treatment to herself, but it was barely noticed, as the pain in her mind was thousand times worse.

Still, she thought it wasn"t enough. She still felt dirty and wanted to keep going.

So she did.

Eventually the sponge was turning red. Blood was spreading out in the water, which started to fall over the bathtub"s edges. The floor became painted in scarlet, which created a sharp contrast to the otherwise blueish room.

The blood loss was getting more and more severe, but she still kept going. Her mind wasn"t truly present and she wasn"t really aware of what she was doing. Instead she was more or less trapped in her worst terrors.

Just before she fainted, she heard someone calling out for her with a distressed voice.