Lost ♒ Prince

You knew you were going to die. 

Wide fearful eyes gazed up at the subjuggulator you once called your kismesis. He had bit at your gills. You were bleeding a lot. He had broke your arm and hand because you tried to run away. If only you could run fast enough. 

You can feel your bloodpusher hastening as he drew closer and closer to you, those dreaded honking noises making your body shiver in deep fear.

You were going to die.

You wheezed as you attempted to get up, only to be slammed down to the floor again by the tight grip on your horns.

Claws met your gills again.

Teeth met your gills.

Everything hurt.

You couldnt breathe.

This was supposed to be a healthy black relationship and now every time he sees you he wants to kill you

What did you do that was so wrong?

Claws met your rib gills deeply as you screamed in agony.

You were blacking out now.

You pray that if you are going to die it happens quickly.

You are going to die

You don't want to die

Scared.

So scared.