Ramblings of a madwoman

These ladies are no ladies.

Alice and Emily, fine and beautiful in their elegant clothes, but sharp and ruthless in their actions.

I appear to be an experiment to them. They are fascinated by how many times I can die, how they can kill me, what my limits are and how long it takes for me to come back.

Some deaths are slow, some are quick. Sometimes I see it coming, others they take me by surprise.

But each time I revive, my screams are calmed and two pairs of hands and lips sooth the ache and fire of returning.