Update: We’re treated to another comic from my illustrator for this chapter (in the same vein as Chapter 6!) and I couldn’t be more delighted ♥ You’ll find it in the appropriate spot i.e. the text the inspired it. Is this a ploy to make you reread? Mmmm, it’s a possibility 😉
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*******MAJOR CONTENT WARNING*******
Consistent and sustained graphic descriptions and mentions of rape/ sexual assault, sexual slavery/bondage, slavery, human trafficking, physical abuse, graphic descriptions of violence, mental abuse, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, body shaming, starvation, torture, forced pregnancy, forced childbirth, miscarriage, forced miscarriage, abortion, and other potential disturbing and triggering topics.
Aeris grows more comfortable with the sight of her skin and finds enjoyment in something surprising.
A pair of flat white shoes with large, white bows on the front. The heel of one shoe rests on top of the other, and they are sitting on what appears to be a hardwood floor and in front of a rough, stony wall. “Chapter 8 Maiden Kisses” in white is in the upper right hand corner. The picture is framed in a fading black edge.
Aeris awoke always with the thought of how long since she’d been saved. It’s been forty-three days since I was last used. Only praying that this was no dream, the maid wiped soft tears away. She stepped in her shower, though small hands still shook running over her tableau of scars. The water was warm with no trace of sea, which helped wash her grief’s salt away. She remembered he’d told her of materia that made the waves’ bitterness sweet. Purify. Aeris squeezed her lids tight, wondering if it was white as seafoam… Afterwards robed, amidst drying chestnut, she entered her bright, walk-in closet. Ever and always the maid bled awe that this luxury was now her life. She swallowed spare tears before they could sting then climbed the ladder to reach a high shelf.