drip drip

may be open for spreeing tomorrow sometime in the afternoon..? As well as Sunday (maybe)

She stayed silent, listening to that jerk talk. She reached for the meat as he pulled it away, disappointed she couldn't have it. She heard him, but the words weren't sinking in or making her think or anything. "I had no idea. I was drugged." She told him with a shrug, at least the best she could manage while shoved against a stone cold floor. She didn't yelp as he dragged his claws down her neck. It hurt, but he wasn't breaking the skin just yet. But pretty darn close. Instinct told her to yelp, her conscience told her stay strong and quiet, the voice told her to just give him some info and spare her life, and Star's own thoughts were purely on survival and loyalty, two traits which at this time were opposite sides.