Winners
Seven Deadly Sins 2: Gluttony
MaliceCarnivora 
Seven Deadly Sins 1: Lust
MaliceCarnivora 
Best Boots
Akasha_Of_Kemet 
Best Shoes
DarkPuppet 
Best With Candle Lighting
CorvusInkubae 
Best Make-Up
Akasha_Of_Kemet 
Best Hair
Myobi 
Best Photography/Piece of Artwork
Akasha_Of_Kemet 
Best Short Story/Poem
x-Me_Shel_Midnight-x Freedom. I could feel the cold floor under my sweaty hands. The room was silent. I desperately tried to stop insanity from overcoming me, as I lay there shivering on the floor. The pain from my muscles was exhilarating, as the violent shaking failed to cease. Moving from my position on the icy, stone floor, I stood up. The room was pitch-black, making me feel like I was blind folded. Putting a hand up to feel my hair, i let out a sigh as I remembered how beautiful it once was. The parts that weren’t completely ripped from my scalp were matted together in clumps, and my once magnificent white dress was in tatters, hardly even recognisable. My diamond studded shoes were long gone. I jumped as the silence was broken by the familiar thud of heavy iron bolts being lifted, unlocking the door. I had no intension of moving or even lifting my head, as the cloaked figure stumbled into the room. I heard the clatter of a food tray being tossed to the floor and a deep grunt, before the door was locked once again. The food absolutely disgusted me and its putrid smell was almost unbearable. Tears welled in my eyes, as I started to think about my new way of life. I had attempted a number of ways of freeing myself from this dungeon-like room, but none had succeeded in the slightest. I knew I was beyond help or hope. It had been weeks since I’d seen the sunlight or breathed fresh air, and I knew that search parties would have lost all hope of finding me. My eyes were burning from the continuous warm drops of salty water pouring heavily down my cheeks. My lips were dry and cracked and I could feel a thin layer of dirt forming on my skin. I almost winced at the thought of how my eyebrows must look after so long. My stomach hurt from lack of food and I leant my back against the wall in need of support for my aching muscles. I closed my eyes but found the constant stinging even worse, making it hardly bearable. Sleep deprivation hardly let me drag my eyelids open again, to the pitch black enclosure in which I was trapped. Whatever this place was, I had no idea. My one last spark of hope for someone saving me, had died some nights ago, and the darkness seemed to be pulling me in, embracing me in its unknown silence. Sometimes I would just lie in the corner and scream into the darkness, pleading for someone to hear me. No-one came. No-one ever came except the cloaked man with food. After all this time, what hope was left for me? I didn’t know when or if this living hell would end, and if so, would it be before I crossed the line to insanity? I shivered as I remembered the cool metal hair pin I had kept concealed down one side of my ragged, dilapidated dress. I had eliminated this option from my mind many times in my stay, but that was when I still had hope. I dug my hand down beneath my dress and withdrew the hair pin. It was heavy in my hands as I felt along the intricate floral design and sharp point with my fingertips. Once more I shook the thought from my mind, flinging the pin to the ground. It fell to the stone floor with a loud clatter, which echoed through the entire cell. My mind was in the depths of an intense debate. Should I run and desperately search for my only pathway to freedom, or lose my dignity and starve to death in this dark pit? I knew what had to be done, but I had never been able to bring myself to do it. Once again I shook my head, took one last deep breath and scrambled across the room until the pin was in reach. Silently weeping, I picked the pin from the darkness and drove the icy, silver point deep into my neck. My head spun and I felt a warm, sticky liquid trickling down my front. The sour taste of blood appeared in the back of my throat and my whole body started to turn numb, making it physically impossible to stay upright. I collapsed down onto the smooth stones, driving the pin deeper into my neck. I lay on the ground in agony, longing for the pain to end, and freedom to take my life once and for all.
