Siren (III)

Siren was slowly breathing as they sat in the corner of their cage. It has been a couple of weeks since anyone visited them, and Siren was ready to die. 

They were stick and bones with barely any blood in their veins because Narith kept taking it. Siren's skin was terrible, reminding them of a dried prune. Weakness sunk through every fiber of their body; there was nothing left for them. 

Siren was cold, so cold, knowing that they would not last long. And they did not care. 

As they sat wrapped in the corner, Siren let out a smile that hasn't graced their lips in years as they closed their eyes. They were welcoming death that was seconds away from opening their door. 

Siren would be free from the torture, and especially Mother. 

But regretfully, they would not have their revenge. At this moment, Siren instead chooses death that equals freedom over revenge.