Ellie jerks awake with a sharp breath and snaps her eyes open to a disorienting sea of darkness.
She scrambles upright - or tries to. Pain bright as hot sparks shoots through her ribs across her left flank, stifling her to a halt with a gasp. She snatches a startled hand against that very spot. A pained noise bulges in the back of her throat; she swallows it back around a hitched gulp of air sucked in through clenched teeth and a faint stale taste of blood clinging to the back of her throat. Fuck.
Her eyes dart around, fast, frantic, attempting to make sense of her tenebrous surroundings. Faint slivers of moonlight strain through slatted gaps up by the rotting ceiling, bending eerie pale fingers of light down into the shadows.
Last thing she remembers is being strung up by her arms, legs kicking, heavy metal chains chewing through her wrists each time she tried to wrench herself free. Screaming, enraged, full of rage and murder and terror and hate while blinded by a flashlight pointed right in her face. A man with rotting breath leering at her, a sharp knife dug up into her chin ready to rip her tongue out.
And now, she is— where? A house? A mournful wind outside bellows and bends through the building's rickety bones. Where the fuck is she?
A sudden noise to her right. Ellie whips her head around in its direction. A person. Someone moving, approaching.
Ellie launches herself onto her knees and leaps to her feet, pain ripping through ribs like fire. The suffocating gloom of the room spins through her head. She nearly stumbles backwards and catches her balance with a violent flail of her arms. Another burst of pain slicing through her ribs. She flings her arm across to her body and grasps at them, gasping. Fuck, where is she, where the fuck is she?
“I’ll fucking kill you if you get any closer,” Ellie spits, raspy and wild with venom, at the amorphous shadow lurching towards her in the darkness.
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She scrambles upright - or tries to. Pain bright as hot sparks shoots through her ribs across her left flank, stifling her to a halt with a gasp. She snatches a startled hand against that very spot. A pained noise bulges in the back of her throat; she swallows it back around a hitched gulp of air sucked in through clenched teeth and a faint stale taste of blood clinging to the back of her throat. Fuck.
Her eyes dart around, fast, frantic, attempting to make sense of her tenebrous surroundings. Faint slivers of moonlight strain through slatted gaps up by the rotting ceiling, bending eerie pale fingers of light down into the shadows.
Last thing she remembers is being strung up by her arms, legs kicking, heavy metal chains chewing through her wrists each time she tried to wrench herself free. Screaming, enraged, full of rage and murder and terror and hate while blinded by a flashlight pointed right in her face. A man with rotting breath leering at her, a sharp knife dug up into her chin ready to rip her tongue out.
And now, she is— where? A house? A mournful wind outside bellows and bends through the building's rickety bones. Where the fuck is she?
A sudden noise to her right. Ellie whips her head around in its direction. A person. Someone moving, approaching.
Ellie launches herself onto her knees and leaps to her feet, pain ripping through ribs like fire. The suffocating gloom of the room spins through her head. She nearly stumbles backwards and catches her balance with a violent flail of her arms. Another burst of pain slicing through her ribs. She flings her arm across to her body and grasps at them, gasping. Fuck, where is she, where the fuck is she?
“I’ll fucking kill you if you get any closer,” Ellie spits, raspy and wild with venom, at the amorphous shadow lurching towards her in the darkness.