She was done with me...

I begged her to stop.
I begged her to let me leave, that I'd forget I was ever there.
I begged her to hear me. Once. To hear this if she never heard anything else from me.
But she looked at me with such cold eyes, the only emotion sadness, probably that she knew she was doing the wrong thing.
Stop.
Please, stop.
Don't do this to me.
I'm begging you, don't lock me away.
Don't turn your back on me, don't abandon me.
Everyone does.
And now, she was going to as well.
Why did I think she would be any different, just because she had a crown on her head?
But I still said stop.
I still begged her not to.
I said sorry, over and over and over.
And she bound me like a book, and put me away.
And forgot.

But I never forgot.
Now, she will remember me, as I stand before her again.
As I look down at her, as I make her beg this time.
As you release me.
So I can finish what I started.