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Sherry examined herself in the mirror. Her dress, hair and makeup were immaculate. It had been several years since she felt so human, but it had seemed a lifetime. With a satisfied smirk, Sherry dismissed both her maids with a wave of her hand. They were, in a way, relieved that she had started acting a little more familiar. There had been something slightly off about Sherry ever since she woke up.Not that they ever particularly wanted to be around regular Sherry either. They quickly vacated the room. Sherry followed suit, after adjusting her accessories one last time.

She was hungry, and went straight to the dining room for breakfast. She wasn't usually the first one here back in her distant memories. What was different?

Oh, a bath! She hadn't had a bath today! She usually bathed twice daily, so she didn't smell. But the last time she had ever had any form of bathing had been the buckets of cold water in prison, that she was graciously allowed to pour over helself. The only liquid she ever had available in the demon's camp was dirty, metallic-tasting well water she was too thirsty not to entirely drink.

Sherry took her place at the table. The size and grandeur made all the more striking by Sherry being the only person in the whole room, until the chef came out. At the Palace, Sherry was always consulted beforehand on what she'd like to eat and that was then prepared fresh for her. Sounds nice on paper but it would frequently leave her waiting, hungry. She was more than grateful that Sherry had not been given a choice in what to eat. The chef placed a plate in front of her that contained a spread of folded cured meats, cheeses, scrambled eggs and buttered toast on which toassemble the aforementioned ingredients. The last thing she had eaten before this had been a cold, bloody hare carcass.

She took a bite. It was like a flavor explosion in her mouth. In her head, she knew this was a plain breakfast. One she may have even kicked up a stink about. But the saltiness of the meat. The tang of the cheese. The crunchof the bread contrasted with the pillowy eggs. She swallowed and took another bite. The chef turned white as a sheet, and Sherry wondered what he was reacting to when she felt the warmth trickling down her cheeks. She was crying. She dropped the toast and wiped her eyes.

No.

Oh no.

She couldn't stop them now they'd started.

Sherry Klaides didn't cry. At least not earnestly. She could shed crocodile tears at the dropof a hat but she always kept a handle on her emotions. There was no point vocalising them. The demons would only hurt her more if she gave them a reaction.

The...Demons...

Sherry started to shiver uncontrolably, and her eyes dialated. Her breathing became fast and sharp gasps. She sat up sosuddenly that the chair fell with a loud clatter behind her. She grabbed her chest. Her heart was beating sohard it was startingtophysically hurt. She couldn't breathe. The plate of food in front of her defocused, and looked both sharp and blurry, both near and faraway, at the same time.

[color=AC42BF]"H...."[/color] she wheezed, before trying again to shout outher panicked plea. [color=AC42BF]"Help me!"[/color]

She didn't know how she could be helped. She didn't know what this poor quaking chef could do for her. But she was scared. It may have been a panic attack but it felt like she was having a heart attack. She tried to focus on something. Distract herself to try and calm herself down. But she couldn't find any puchase in the raging rapids of her mind.