One where she can only think about one thing instead of too much.
[The Witch King lets go of Amelia's wrist and solely turns his attention to her. She takes one cautionary step back, absolutely uncertain about where this is going to go.]
Now then! Amy, be a good dear and ʄǟʟʟ ǟքǟʀȶ.
[There's an utterly alien quality in the tone of his voice and it reverberates through the room. The effects are immediate; something clatters on the ground and Amelia cries out in shock. One of her arms has literally fallen apart as if she's been cut up like meat. There's no blood splatter or viscera, but her sleeves are ripped and the flesh from within stays contained and pulsing, the life still flowing through it.
When she tries to protest, the Witch King, continues, blatantly speaking over her.]
I'll be giving your eyes a rest from reading, dear. For your current assignment, I'm going to ֆƈǟȶȶɛʀ ʏօʊʀ քɨɛƈɛֆ — [The power of his words causes her other arm to crumble into various sizes including half of her face. Amelia's too shocked, to react, too stunned at this lack of sensation and this unnatural damage to her body.]
— And you're going to put yourself back together. Can't very well think about anything else when you're not fully yourself!
[This was Amelia's teacher — a creature of flighty and cruel whims who during this time treated his only student with cavalier harshness. He expected nothing less than for her to pull herself out of the pits he dug for her, never mind her mental state, never mind her damaged heart.
And before she can make another sound, the Witch King waves his hand over her and it's her legs that go into pieces next. Amelia lays on her back, an armless, legless torso with only half a face. He acknowledges Henry briefly as her other body pieces start to move further apart (to make it more challenging).]
If she can't survive this, who knows what kind of bad people will do to her in the future?
cw: body horror
[The Witch King lets go of Amelia's wrist and solely turns his attention to her. She takes one cautionary step back, absolutely uncertain about where this is going to go.]
Now then! Amy, be a good dear and ʄǟʟʟ ǟքǟʀȶ.
[There's an utterly alien quality in the tone of his voice and it reverberates through the room. The effects are immediate; something clatters on the ground and Amelia cries out in shock. One of her arms has literally fallen apart as if she's been cut up like meat. There's no blood splatter or viscera, but her sleeves are ripped and the flesh from within stays contained and pulsing, the life still flowing through it.
When she tries to protest, the Witch King, continues, blatantly speaking over her.]
I'll be giving your eyes a rest from reading, dear. For your current assignment, I'm going to ֆƈǟȶȶɛʀ ʏօʊʀ քɨɛƈɛֆ — [The power of his words causes her other arm to crumble into various sizes including half of her face. Amelia's too shocked, to react, too stunned at this lack of sensation and this unnatural damage to her body.]
— And you're going to put yourself back together. Can't very well think about anything else when you're not fully yourself!
[This was Amelia's teacher — a creature of flighty and cruel whims who during this time treated his only student with cavalier harshness. He expected nothing less than for her to pull herself out of the pits he dug for her, never mind her mental state, never mind her damaged heart.
And before she can make another sound, the Witch King waves his hand over her and it's her legs that go into pieces next. Amelia lays on her back, an armless, legless torso with only half a face. He acknowledges Henry briefly as her other body pieces start to move further apart (to make it more challenging).]
If she can't survive this, who knows what kind of bad people will do to her in the future?