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Thumbs were raw from claws on the rest of her fingers repeatedly rasping against the soft skin. She was truly being punished for something, but there were too many things she had done for her to determine what it could be. It was in no way fair. Monsters walked out in the woods and proved to all that there was no such thing as karma. Yet it had always seemed to chase after her so eagerly without hesitation. Soon she would soon learn what it truly meant to be insane, for each second of each minute of each fucking hour of the day lasted an eternity. She’d always known hell existed on earth. No surprise there at least.
A real horror approached now though, and she couldn’t turn her toxic gaze towards the source of the voice behind her door. She’d give much to be able to turn away from him, but Enkiel had instructed her not to move unnecessarily, and she would heed his words because they promised a swift recovery if she remained patient and still. It was extremely relative though, for time had never moved so slowly before. Nostrils flared with the pursuit of his scent, but he had yet to enter. At least he allowed her that much, though some people always entered no matter what. She had to wonder why the fuck he was here.
She had no idea what time it is, but she was awake. ”Enter,” she said, though all she wanted was to tell him to go away. There was a reason for his presence, and an additional weight of dread fell on her.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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