Chamber of Tortures

Abandoned. An outcast to society, persecuted, judged, even victimized for being true to oneself.

When isolation and solitary desire become choice. Purposely lost in a world created by your own imagination. When the darkest monsters and your most haunting enemies, are created by yourself.

When a need to lurk in the shadows is no longer needed, as you melt into them, absorbing the iniquity, the emptiness that has plagued your existence for longer than your memory dares let you remember.

When darkness becomes all you know, an obsession, an addiction to emptiness, nestling into pain, a place where that agonising twist of the knife makes you feel safe, even sheltered.

Prevailed upon by a childlike innocence, although suppressed clinging to hope, the pinnacle, the ultimate of feelings. Because no matter what is thrown at you, no matter how much suffering, agony and torment is directed towards one person, nothing, can ever destroy a living idea of hope.

Forced by torment, forced by hope, forced to the edge, a place where reality and fantasy can never be told apart, a Chamber of Tortures

Credits:
Photography: Darryl Thomas
MUA & subject: Roseanna Velin
Latex: Lacing Lilith

James Selene Joseph

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James is the founder and editor of Stylenoir, he is currently obsessed with Anti-Heroes, neo-noir and the ultimate Femme-Fatale.