It was just a matter of time, now, before he broke her and she knew it. She was almost gone already, as each moment passed, she felt her will waning. She no longer fought when the creature came to her, took her and left her bleeding in it's wake.

Whisper's wrists were torn and seeping, dried blood coated her skin from those times when she had fought, fought with all the strength she had, all the will she possessed. Her once perfect, unblemished body now covered scars, old and new, coated in a thin film of blood and sweat. Some of it her own.

She lay, slumped against the rough stone wall, no longer feeling the pain as the manacles - rusted with age, dirty with overuse - bit into her skin with every tiny movement.

She was cold, damp, tired, but she knew there would be no respite. Kachu, her captor, her tormentor, would never let this end. Not until he had her, and even then, it would not be a kind end. She longed for the comforting oblivion of death, in the Endless lands, of the warmth she knew enveloped you as you passed on. But she could not die. She was Death itself, and thus immortal.

She found it morbidly amusing how much pain an immortal body could go through, found it amusing that her psyche had lasted this long. She was beginning to hope that it would not last much longer.

With a limp movement, her body now far beyond fatigued, she tried to find a more comfortable position in which to rest. With a faint sigh, she gave up, the floor was as rough as the wall and offered her no comfort.

She had long since lost track of time and could barely remember what sunlight felt like on her skin, the smell of the fresh air, the taste of pure, clean water. It seemed as if years had passed since she had last thought of her family. Her loving husband, her two beautiful children.

Her eyes moved slugishly to the far corner of the room, her attention caught by a slight movement that meant only one thing to her. There was a slight hiss of breath, ragged with anticipation. Kachu rose from the deepest shadows, a smile on his pale lips as he stepped closer.

Whisper didn't think she would survive unbroken. Not this time.