Persephone's sister -the unnamed

He approaches her like a prison guard approaches a wounded inmate.  He is slow and cautious but posturing,  believing that she is faking. He is  ready to break his baton over  her  pale exposed neck if she moves the wrong way.
   He tells her that he is sorry for the way he treated her the day before.  He kneels and pushes her hair away from her face. Strands are stuck to her cheek from her inability to stop crying.  He puts an arm around her and she melts into him. Hey, he whispers, I don't want  for this to happen. It's just easy because you're worthless.  I wish I could make you something more than nothing,  but I cant.  I wish I could pretend that you're worth loving,  but you...I cant even bring myself to talk to you. You know how stupid you are right, babe? Do you understand, babe?
    She nods her head yes.
     Okay, he says. He removes her clothes and covers her mouth.  You have to be quiet he reminds her. No one can know. No one would understand why I'm with you, okay.
      She nods her head yes.
      I'm going to keep you right here okay, he asks her. That way I can come see you when I'm free. You stay here. You'll be safe here.  Nobody on the outside wants you. They'll only hurt you. So you stay right here, and I'll come see you and I'll be your whole world. Well pretend you're pretty, okay? Okay, babe? We'll pretend you're smart. And you can be important for a few minutes with me , okay?
     She nods her head yes

Persephone's sister -the unnamed

She is hideous. Her insides have slowly bled and seeped to inhabit her physical traits.  She is ugly beyond measure.  A disfigured alien face that could have only evolved from ignorance. A body in the shape of a blob. A soupy  gross figure that grew out of greed. A soulless stupid disposable thing that can't be considered female.  Unlovable and unloved.  Unwanted by men, made fun of by women.  She is paying for her sins through her physical molting. Karma will keep her crying and alone. Death will not have her. She cannot be hit hard enough to enjoy  touch. She cannot be cut deep enough to bleed. No mirror will stand her. No reasonable life will tolerate her. She is worthless.  No kindness can be found in her heart, no empathy exists in her fingertips.  She is bitter and lonely,  and those things have consumed her. She is a reflection of trash and roadkill.  She is a waste. She is nothing.  She brings bile to men's throats and causes children to stare. She is a walking self inflicted scar.