"I've dealt with worse pain than this," Elle huffs. She stands only to immediately stumble forward, leaning on the boy in front of her for stability.
Heat. Her wrists bound to a post as someone slides a knife between her skin and the muscles in her back.
"Can't say I'm a fan of the mind-fuckery, though."
A knife sliding across her throat. Her lungs filling with her own blood.
She focuses on the boy in front of her and, for a moment, marvels at his calm demeanor.
"I need to- I need to-"
She tries to hold onto her Rage and let it bubble inside of her, only to feel it slip through her fingers. She can't seem to stay present enough to grasp onto it the way she needs to.
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"I've dealt with worse pain than this," Elle huffs. She stands only to immediately stumble forward, leaning on the boy in front of her for stability.
Heat. Her wrists bound to a post as someone slides a knife between her skin and the muscles in her back.
"Can't say I'm a fan of the mind-fuckery, though."
A knife sliding across her throat. Her lungs filling with her own blood.
She focuses on the boy in front of her and, for a moment, marvels at his calm demeanor.
"I need to- I need to-"
She tries to hold onto her Rage and let it bubble inside of her, only to feel it slip through her fingers. She can't seem to stay present enough to grasp onto it the way she needs to.