The Decay Of Sara

Sara Decay

Having a mother who was whore left me little with nothing. Having a father who was a King left me nothing but pain and heartbreak. I try and think about how I turn out this way. Why did I turn out this way? Is it because my mother nor father loved me. Seeing pain in others brought me happiness. Most of all seeing pain in highborn brought me the most happiness I had ever had. Even being a bastard no one dared to touch me because out of all my father’s bastards I was somewhat his favorite. Maybe because I didn’t care about getting my hands dirty with some blood. Unlike his sons who act more like their sister. Seeing my siblings have fear in their eyes did bring me joy. All high born thought that they had power, but that was wrong. I shall show this kingdom what power really is. I show what it means to have fear. There will be songs about how all the high born bend their knee to a bastard. Time to show the fear in the eyes of High Born.

Today is the day I shall start. Who to start with is the real question? Do I start with someone who holds little power or high power? Maybe I should do both. Little power at dawn and then a high power at night. Oh the joy it will bring me. I shall remember every little moment. I shall write in their blood. Fuck The High Born shall be written everywhere. Which families should I start ? So many to pick.

Dressed as dark as night no one will see me. Hercilia is a pitiful family. Close to being poor, but still very much a high born. Their eldest son I could love if he wasn’t a high born. Oh the fun I’ll have killing him. It’s going to be easy getting inside. It is sad that I’ll never get to hear his screams. I’ll need him to make no sound while I do my work. It gives me such heartache not hearing the screams he’ll give me.

With a small knife I started to cut off little parts of him. A toe doesn’t need something strong to protect it. All it needs is flesh and blood. But why did I stop there? With a little cut the flesh is so easy to remove. With the small knife use to crave Fuck The High Born all over his body. But before craving so deep in his chest. Time to slowly use the blood of what he loves oh so dearly. Such a shame it’s so small. The pain and fear in his eyes brings me so much joy. With his chest bleeding so much I brought out my apothecary jar and filled the jar with his blood. I dipped my finger in his blood and started to write on his walls Fuck The High Born. In till his walls were covered all over. With only half the jar gone. I put it into my small bag and started to walk out.

The mayhem in the morning brought happiness to me. They never thought they would wake up and find their son dead. Not even dead murder. They found him murder showing a sign. That even being a High Born did not keep them safe. Quite scary for them. High Born only die in wars or old age. Why would a High Born get murder? They all ask themselves that one question. Why do they even ask themselves that? Do they really think that everyone loves them? That no one can hate them. Oh how scary their world is about to become.

I thought about killing High Born ever since I could see how clearly they treated me. Even being the King’s daughter holds no power at all. They still treated me like they were better than me. Like I was a bug stuck on their shoe. I’m going to show the world that High Born are just like us. I will not bow to this social class they have us in. I won’t break under the pressure of getting caught. It’s not like they can make me talk father made sure of that.

The night came quickly and it brought a chill of coldness in the air. The feeling felt nice it brought a chill of happiness to me. The air was as cold as me in a way. The Alvaro Family only had one child. She’s a whore for sure. Her parents oh how they didn’t want to believe. To them she was pure. Maybe I’ll show them what whores are treated like. It will be harder to break in, but they’re an opening that no one would know. I watch them for days to find an easy way in. Time to become the shadow of the night.

It was easy to get into her room. The murder of her will be similar but different. The ideas I have for her. Oh the pain she’ll go through. I just wish to hear their screams while I do it. I started with her toes I put little cuts and then I added pieces of scraps of wood. I made cuts over her toe knuckles. I made the cut away from her toes. I start flaying her all the way to her hips. With her hands I grab a small hammer and slam it into her hand breaking it to pieces. I grab my knife and starr to crave Fuck The High Born. I grabbed my apothecary jar and filled it with her blood. I dip my fingers in her blood and wrote on the walls Fuck The High Born.

Around dawn the sound of a bell started to play. People came out of their homes. Wondering what the bell stands for. I know why it was ringing . They found her body. Her parents must feel so sad and scared. All the High Born must feel so scared right now. Without knowing if they are next or if they are even safe.