Marked

Marked

     She unbolted a network of veins manipulating notched steel, summoning a ruby torrent that sparkled under the forty watts of illumination, and gasped as pain woke.  Her grip faltered.  With a clang her tool hit spattered tile as she turned and soaked her fingers in the majestic fluid. 

      Unconstrained by morality or lack of moral insight?

     Like before the wall was her canvas, but unlike those moments of fantastic expressions she would be writing her last message to those who have marked her.  Never again would her body be their playground; her mind their catacomb to influence.