Twisted Slough my life is a play, is a play

wanna wrap in the next post or so? ty for the thread, i hope they meet again!<3

she barely registers his words as the last of her emotional hold breaks and terror floods her, a downward spiral met in the clasp of his teeth against her delicate cream throat. sharp ends tear tender flesh but this is 

not where she takes her final bow,

in this timeline nor the next: heartbeat in her ear she flings herself from his grasp and hits the ground running, aware of nothing but her own pulse and the darkness around her as she flees.