She couldn't take it anymore, her heart was pounding in her chest, beads of sweat trickled down her forehead in the sheer excitement...She was finally going to get rid of those feelings, memories, thoughts that have tormented her.
Medea placed the vial in her cauldron. She unwrapped the parcel. She saw a glint of silver, she gently brushed the paper away, it was a ring with an emerald set on it...Why borgin had it for her father?she didn't know, nor did she care...it was hers now...She dropped it into the potion.
She shackled Benjamin to the wall. deja vu again...She removed his shirt. She manically grinned when she saw panic register in his blue eyes. Medea flicked her wand so his spine fixed. She wanted to see his struggles. She raised the sharpened tip of her wand to the hollow of his neck.
She pressed it in, so blood welled up, then she slowly dragged it down. His teeth were clenched, and his body jerking as she dragged her wand down at an agonizingly slow pace. She sank my nails into his cut making him scream.
She was mad.
His screams died down, so did his struggles...
She looked down to the book in her hand, she read out the words "split anima mea"
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