She sat their held to the chair , the rusting chains so tight , her arms strained . On her feet it tied so hard , it left bruises on the surface .
The candle above slowly started dripping wax , slowly falling down her shoulder , drop by drop , it sat there , cooled quickly by the ice in her heart , the ice that would never melt .
Ahead of her stood an angel , one with white ethereal wings and cashmere robes , with knife hot as ember and eyes dark as coal .
The bucket beside her filled with molten gold , a gift for her the angel said , oh , what fool’s gold .
The bricks surrounding the entrapment slowly start to crumble , from years of unforgiving usage , they slowly start to break .
She didn’t try to escape , after all , all the previous attempts were futile , she didn’t try to budge , aware of how dead tired her limbs are .
Her eyes were open , her heart was beating , fear radiated within her , every step the angel took caused a creak behind from her . What the angel didn’t know , she had already sucked the life from her soul .