Post by Fen Mulviene on Oct 27, 2013 0:13:32 GMT -5
She could feel their hands; their grasping, grabbing hands that roamed and sought and scathed along her skin. Hands that held her down, fingers that clawed and cut and made her bleed. She could smell them, their stench cloying her nostrils, filling her lungs as she tried to scream. There was hardly a sound that could escape her bound lips, but she screamed until her throat was raw and bleeding and she could taste blood. She could see their faces, once hidden in the shadows; they stared at her with glinting, hungry eyes. They flashed their savage grins as they watched her struggling, writhing underneath their touch. She didn’t want to see, didn’t want to hear, to feel their skin against hers but she couldn’t escape. Rope burned and rubbed at her wrists and ankles, the sticky tape across her mouth made it hard to breathe—the air reeked of fear, and sweat and rank blood, suffocating with each shuddering breath. She wanted to die, God just let me die! She looked up into their faces ready to face them—but there was nothing but shadow; darkness. And in that darkness she saw him moving, slithering, creeping closer. His pale brown eyes watched her, and she could hear him breathing as he moved. She looked down at her feet and willed them to move—but she saw only blood, her blood. She looked up and he was there, laughing in her face as he pressed his knife to her throat. Fen jerked awake, a scream tearing from her lungs. It was a raw, animalistic sound she couldn’t control. She wasn’t aware of anything except the heavy, cloying fear that blinded her. The air held that familiar stench of blood and fear and sweat and she felt hot tears streaming down her face. How could she be back there? It wasn’t possible. She was in the dome, locked away, safe from them. She tried to move, but her hands were chained to something. She pulled listlessly, her limbs feeling like lead. Everything felt weighted down, heavy, and she could barely move. So they had found her, after all this time. No, no. It wasn’t them. It hadn’t been them, not this time. Reality slowly settled a heavy weight in her chest as she remembered the final face she had seen before the darkness. Adison. Fragments flooded back to her; Carna, blood. So much blood. And pain…the pain that still lingered in her, drawn out and slow. He was gone, but his marks were still there. Just like them, and the marks they had left on her. Fen pulled absently at the chains, eyes slowly wandering around the room. She could only see out of one, the other was dark. But the room slowly came into focus, and she could make out the dim outlines of objects. It was night, the silvery rays of the moon barely reaching through the thick paned, curtained window. They were drawn, but a sliver of light peeked through. She smelled something, faint traces underneath the reek of blood and sweat, but she couldn’t identify it. The other smell, that familiar reek…she realized it was her, that sickening metallic tang was coming from her. She looked down and saw her body wrapped in tattered, bloodied clothes. Blood-soaked bandages littered her arms and legs. She knew what was under them, long gouges from his claws; caws that had scored down her legs and arms, torn through her as if she was made out paper. She looked around again, only able to move her head a few inches to either side. Her chained arm hung limply at her side, dangling from whatever she was bound to. She didn’t know where she was, but she kept her eyes fixed on the door, waiting for him to walk through it. Waiting for him to walk through and finish what he’d started. God only knew what torture Adison had in mind for her. She swallowed the sobs threatening to choke her, but she let her tears fall freely, hoping they’d wipe off some of the dried, crusted blood she could feel on her cheeks. ooc| THINGS ARE HAPPEN |
