
I will burn for you,
Feel pain for you,
I will twist a knife and bleed my aching heart,
And tear it apart.
I want...
Fire.
Elsa jerked backwards, eyes massively wide as she spotted the flaming bird. She scrabbled against the cage, trying to force herself through the bars.
Fire was bad, Fire burned, one of the punishments for seeking contact outside of vulgar was to be surrounded by fire until he was satisfied the begging was enough for the crime. As she watched it, she sat up slowly, getting closer. It was a pretty thing, even if it was fire. Her heart was still pounding in fear.
"Whos...Is the bird?" She mumbled quietly.
...your blood.
I will lie for you,
Beg and steal for you,
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see,
You're just like me.