@lambpawn // I just noticed @nitwittedhare was either suspended or fully deleted bc their notifs weren’t coming up on my feed . I went to check, and their tweets say that they’re from an account ‘that no longer exists’
hands immediately grasped Agnes, holding on for dear life as they both wobbled their way outside . that poor brunette had hit a chair, causing a yelp to burst from her throat . other than that, not a peep came from her aside from that heavy breathing .
ㅤㅤㅤThe sound of the hit sent such a strong shiver down
ㅤㅤㅤher spine that she immediately turned her head to
ㅤㅤㅤlook at her: the situation was worse than she had
ㅤㅤㅤimagined, and she even felt a sudden wave of nausea
ㅤㅤㅤat the sight of the blood on the floor.
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the breathing someone has when they’ve lost a decent amount of blood .
“ my . . . car is . . . o - outside . “
once they stumble into the dimly lit opening of that small strip mall, there’s only one car in the lot . a black one, very old and beat up .
but it’s their only
Sha, though devoid of most expression, seemed displeased by the lack of a response . in her eyes, this was beauty . perhaps because she had given herself to HIM long ago .
either way, the sheep kept digging, kept pulling, watching the gash grow larger and larger .
wiring and bolts until they clanked to the floor . that lower arm eventually clattered down too, bloodied and beaten .
now, all that’s left is the arm wrapped over her upper chest .
Sha’s head hasn’t moved, eyes staring blankly in the direction of Banny .
best to crawl along the floor . it hurts to drag that wound over the muck and grime, but she doesn’t have a choice . standing up might make her fall again .
there’s no fun in tearing apart someone who already has help . she isn’t broken enough for that .
the hits Agnes made, under normal circumstances, wouldn’t have done anything . but Sha was already done with her prey, opening those metal arms and setting her prisoner free .
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤThe place brought back fleeting flashes
ㅤㅤㅤof its former glory; now it was just a vague
ㅤㅤㅤmemory of a woman left to fend for herself.
ㅤㅤㅤIt even seemed strange to her that there were
ㅤㅤㅤscreams—didn’t they have a security guard or
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the woman tumbled to the ground, hitting her head against the dusty tile flooring . vision blurred almost instantly, ears filled with the ringing of a thousand bells . a concussion, most likely .
her coordination is off . instead of standing and running, she’s doing her
well, as a resident, it’s rather obvious what little thing’s screaming so much .
it’s a woman, caught in the large mechanical arms of Sha . claws dug into the flesh of her hip, pulling and tearing slowly to open more and more .
‘ doesn’t she look . . . 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 ? ‘