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Mistral
The silent screams beat against her eardrums, shattering her inner peace and sending tremors to the room of horror. Gagging, she closed her eyes and clenched her fists ~ Stay conscious, damn it! ~ Her blood circulation ceased for a split second, then resumed its normal course of flow ~ So many things… ~ She blinked, forcing out the tears ~ … you need to know… ~ Yet the grotesque sight before her made her retch uncontrollably ~ … you can't die without finding out… ~ The mucus from her nose ran unstopped, past her lips and chin ~ Does it matter? ~ She felt the beads of perspiration forming upon her temples ~ What could happier fate can await me, apart from a swift release from this living hell? ~ The hammering within her skull was unbearable, and the terror gnawed appreciatively at her heart. She was losing faith… if she had any to begin with…
A stream of vomit trickled down from each corner of her lips and she lowered her pallid face, acutely aware that she was losing consciousness herself ~ Do I… or don't I… ~ The memory of her brutalized saviour was forever etched in her mind, replaying and rewinding itself maliciously ~ Answer him… ~ The room was spinning ~ or it… ~ She whimpered softly ~ … whatever this monster is… ~ Her lips parted, but all that came out was a puddle of saliva that splashed onto her soiled bedclothes.
Beaulie… where are you… my darling…
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