Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:
“Compassion is like a rose. It is beautiful to behold, but fragile when crushed under the boots of oppression.”
The scream was wrenched from his throat as the heel came down, again, on his already battered hand. He thought he was past feeling pain, but the agony that shot through him demonstrated that no matter how much pain he felt he could endure, there was always more to be had. He tried to flex his fingers, reduce the pain, but the bones in his hand were so shattered that there was nothing he could do.
He looked at Angelina behind the bars of her cage. Her light blue eyes almost hidden by the constant stream of tears. The odd spatter of blood was on her ivory-skinned face, but she didn’t seem to notice, her attention fixed firmly on his face. He whimpered and tried to reach for her, but the strap holding his arm and hand in place was tight and refused to budge.
The shadow of his torturer passed over his face and he glanced up into the woman’s eyes. Based on his four years of high school experience he should have known that it would be a woman. The girls in his school were sadistic and prone to violence and he had assumed that this was a trait of all women. He’d have to find out. If he even left this place.
She bent down to look at him more closely, the mask covering all of her face, with the exception of her eyes. Eyes that seemed so familiar, yet so alien.
“You don’t recognize me, do you? You don’t remember all of the pain that you’ve caused me, all of the heart ache that you’ve brought to my doorstep. I loved you, but you stepped on me. You don’t recognize me, do you? You don’t know everything that I’ve done for you.”
He shook his head. He couldn’t lie, she’d know. With a swift motion she took her mask off and exposed herself to him.
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