Phantom Hollow a slab in the morgue

There were a number of things that she’d expected to happen, including, but not limited to: falling, tumbling, getting a few bruises, and maybe a sprain. But what did she get? Her nose slipping into the empty eye socket of the male. At first, it didn’t fully register exactly what had happened, but that sweet moment of oblivion didn’t last long.

In an instant, Sorina was pulling out and stumbling backwards, shocked and disgusted. Her stomach churned, threatening to eject its contents, but she swallowed down what she could as disgust turned to rage. “You bastard!”—she was seething—“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the actual fuck?! Oh my—” She cut herself off, body dropping to the ground as she began furiously pawing at her face, trying to rid her muzzle of his blood and tissues. “I’ll kill you—I swear I will, nothing will stop me—for this!” She rubbed her face against the ground, through the snow, doing everything in her power to get the remnants of his eye off of her.