Seven Deadly Sins WIP

WRATH

The black sharp wire twists its way through your skin, tearing through sinew and muscle as it emerges from your body. You feel it slip and slice all throughout your body, tearing you apart from the inside, and yet you couldn't care less. The trickle of blood that flows down your back is thrilling. You don't fear the pain, you love it. Pain means power, fuel for a fire that for once isn't haunting you.

Anger. Hatred. The desperate need for revenge and blood spilled that isn't yours. For someone else to feel every bit of that pain. You've never felt better in your life as these emotions consume you.

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GREED

You clutched the scar on your stomach, forcing it together, never wanting to feel empty again. There was no worse feeling than having life literally ripped from you, not when you were so close to holding her in your arms... so you formed a tether. No one would ever hurt her again if you gave everything to make her indestructible. The cord was forced apart, so you would make it stronger. Nothing would ever sever it. Ever. Once you had succeeded you'd never felt so much elation. You'd never let anything harm your baby again...

You are chained to a dead memory. In your mind you're the perfect mother. In reality you're a woman wasting away.

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SLOTH

You watched as they lifted your hand. You watched as they put the scalpel into your fingers. You watched as they guided you to the dark-skinned child strapped to the table. You watched as they had you hold her down. You watched as they had you bring down the blade on her. You listened to her screams of protest and fear. You watched as her eyes became empty, bleeding sockets under your hand. You watched as the screams gave away to silent shock. You watched the innocence drain out of the child, followed by the life. You watched her die.

Not once did you pull away.

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PRIDE

How pathetic. Sometimes it's frustrating, to be nearly incapable of feeling anything but disgust. But that's just the price you have to pay for being the only one with any sense. The sacrifice of your personal comfort is more than worth the price of the lenses of skepticism and truth. You can at least find satisfaction in this vast library you have, the wealth of knowledge that you, and you alone have amassed here. The rest of the world can keep its revelry and disgusting lust for shallow pleasures. They'll never know what you do, and that's enough for you.

In your chest the warmth of a heartbeat is long gone, replaced by a metallic tick. Your body is cold and lifeless. Not that you care.

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LUST

Breathe in. Breathe out. So warm. Getting warmer. Feel the heartbeat. Growing faster. Please. Need to feel. Need to live. Please. Breathing faster. Please. You need this. So hot now. Rising feeling. Blinding pleasure. You need this. Desperate. It penetrates you. Consumes you. There is nothing else. Other than this moment.

A climax. A scream. Quickly silenced.

Warm. Thick. Life-giving. Blood. You taste it. Let it fill you. Satisfaction. A hunger quenched. For now.

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ENVY

As long as you can remember you were wrong. You knew what you were. But no one else saw it. Those that saw you judged you solely by sight. Your family refused to understand. Not even your own body agreed. It continued to betray you, twisting you into the painful, uncomfortable form you exist in. You were trapped in a world of preconceptions. They wanted you to stay wrong. But you would never stand for it... so you started to change yourself. From your crysalis you started to build that beautiful woman you knew you were. You emerged. Your wings spread and for the first time, for the first time you were right...

But you found yourself sprawled on a pin, wriggling in front of the taunting eyes of all those around you. You were right in a world that would always see you as wrong.

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GLUTTONY

You've never been so happy in your entire life. After only knowing deprivation and hunger, you finally got a chance to live around friends, loved ones... and food. It was everything you'd ever wanted. So why wasn't that hollow place in your soul being filled? Nothing was ever right, even after you were saved. You were still tiny, still weak, still awkward around the others... You didn't deserve this kindness. Didn't deserve to be nourished. You were even selfish and pathetic enough to repeatedly take advantage of their gifts, eating all they gave to you... but you never kept it.

So began a vicious cycle of purging. It kept you small, weak, locked up by your own chains this time. But it's what you deserved.