Jester leaned against the wall, exhausted and alone. He lacked the strength to fight anymore. Katarina was draining him, each night, when she'd finished with him, she'd reach those claws into his chest and close her fist around his heart. For several beats, shed stay like that, before rising, refreshed and more beautiful than ever. Jester was nearly translucent now, smoke in the wind, barely able to hold a shape. His essence was being scattered. One morning the mist Parted and the chains slipped free. With new hope, jester slipped out a ventilation shaft and escaped into the growing light of dawn. He was going home.
The End

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