Rejection

Ravishing even in the darkness, she waited, seated on her stone pedestal. A small faun walks up to the stone, and peers into what it sees as darkness. It sees nothing, and doesn't feel worried. It eats a bit of grass at the foot of the pedestal, and moves to walk away. She rises, and reaches out, and with a single hand pulls one of the hind legs off the faun. It screams, falling to the ground. She waits, filling her soul with the wails, and then rips off another leg, and then the third. By this time, rage begins to build up, and she goes faster and faster, breaking the faun into little pieces. At the end, there is nothing, but splattered pieces of faun everywhere. There is more blood than one would ever imagine to exist in such a small animal. She reseats herself.

The faun shudders, imagining a black dream, and walks away from the pedestal. It imagined its death, a horrific painful ordeal, like no other. And now, it can think of nothing else, but its ultimate demise. A clear picture of its death, it shatters into a thousand fragments, each a new death, each burying painfully into the faun. Why? Why? Why? I WILL DIE. The faun perishes there, just falls dead.

The woman goes back to Hell, Lady Doubt wins again.