It was a slow, agonizing torture. In that moment of absolute horror, a terrifying realization struck her mind. The intense, unending pain tearing through her body was exactly what she had done to the redhead all of her life. The endless bruising, the suffocating terror, the feeling of being broken and helpless under a cruel power—she was experiencing every single bit of it now.
"Why..." Sharpy gasped, her vision turning red as sweat and blood poured into her eyes.
"I am true white blooded... I am the best... why does it hurt like this?!"
For the first time in her life, a dark, suffocating doubt bled into her soul. She was now doubting herself. She was doubting if she was truly the one meant to rule. The power she had stolen was too heavy, too pure, and too devastating for her body to hold. This was so... impossibly painful.
