[ ... The whispers return, they are hers. His favorite phrases, his favorite moments, their worst and their lowest, it fills his senses. Is it not enticing enough?
Brevyn rises from the water, pulling herself from this new prison, and grabs him by the ankle. She looks up at him with light in her eyes.
She says what he has always wanted to hear, the pink haze comes forth thick and blankets the area as another groan echoes behind him. A shadow casts over him, then beyond him—teeth.
But before Lucien can react, he feels every part of his body get crushed, grinding and chewed—then a smack to his face. A lot of cold smacks.
We're back in the church and Amalthea is smacking him in the face to wake the fuck up. GO SLEEP ]
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Brevyn rises from the water, pulling herself from this new prison, and grabs him by the ankle. She looks up at him with light in her eyes.
She says what he has always wanted to hear, the pink haze comes forth thick and blankets the area as another groan echoes behind him. A shadow casts over him, then beyond him—teeth.
But before Lucien can react, he feels every part of his body get crushed, grinding and chewed—then a smack to his face. A lot of cold smacks.
We're back in the church and Amalthea is smacking him in the face to wake the fuck up. GO SLEEP ]