@Desvelarse pets
“No clue. Is she with the other girls?” Thatcher suggested, arms crossed across his chest.
“No clue. Is she with the other girls?” Thatcher suggested, arms crossed across his chest.
"I saw them drag her away…" He sighed, folding his arms, "But where? What will they do with her?"
Charlotte woke up abruptly and let out a shriek. In front of her, the group was being tortured, brutally. Thatcher, despite his usual brooding exterior, was now begging for mercy for his comrades, and…. Charlie flinched away. A face loomed in front of her, saying, This is your fault. This is all your fault. You could have saved them…
The vision faded, and a man blanketed in shadows said, “Good. It has begun.”
//omg
(Woah i tried so hard is it good)
(Dangggg that’s wild)
(Thanks.. i think…. :)
(Lmao, that was me saying good job)
//sTEAL THE BODY
like this is all psychological torture but none of it’s real
So to convince her it’s all real
They bring in leelah’s body to like touch and realize this is real and stuff
(Lol ok thanks)
(Exactly. And then she’s a weapon)
(I’ll be on and off today)
(Ok. After this ill be on 10 am ish to 11:30 ish but then off til tomorrow)
//i’ll hopefully be on a little from 10- 11:30 and then from 12-1:20
(Ill have to go around 3:00)
(Ok. Me too, so :)
"Well…" Dwayne muttered, looking at the others, "Want to play a game? Just to pass the time?"
The darkness pressed in on Charlotte’s eyes, drowning her in a sense of hopelessness and loss. She whimpered slightly, but said defiantly to the shadows, “That wasn’t real. It wasn’t.” A voice, it’s origin cloaked in darkness, chuckled. “Was it, though?” A cold, still hand was pressed upon Charlie’s knee. Her breath hitched in her throat as she realized who it was. “Leelah,” she choked out. A pinch on Charlie’s neck, and her world dissolved.
Sighing deeply, Dwayne paced back and forth, there was nothing to do, nothing to see, and no where to use the loo. "Did anyone bring food?" he asked.
(Nice rhymes :)
(Just saw it! XD
Thatcher shook his head, now sat on the floor, fiddling with his shoe strings. “No, didn’t expect to be out long.”
"Yeah.." He agreed. Glancing down, he muttered, "I'm going to try to get some sleep… This might be the last time I'll have a chance."
(Gtg)
(Ok byeeee)
(Ok, I'm back)
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