God splits the skin with a jagged thumbnail from throat to belly and then plunges a filthy hand in. he grabs hold of your bloody cubes and they slip to evade his grasp but he squeezes hard, he insists, he pulls and pulls 'til your innards are yanked out, and the pain!
oft she thought of death. it was hard not to, in her situation. but not nowโโ now, all she could think of was her mother. โ 've never had those things. not worth dreaming about, โ said plainly, hands stretching out to warm in the +
โ of the probability of our likely imminent death , perhaps ? โ another gulp taken , the ale watery and weak . no * bite , no lingering effects , and still better than expected from a war camp . โ or of something else ? do โ
shoulders shift upwards; caught off guard by her sudden appearanceโโ with no concern for quiet, apparently. โ i am thinking, ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ. โ sara's gaze doesn't move from the flames; only momentarily to the snow beneath her shoes.
tankard of ale set noisily atop a log , hand wiping at her mouth . โ youโre not one for words , snow โโโ i find you as silent as a viper . โ dark eyes , void of warmth , flick to her right . โ although ; with less venom . โ
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