#eight oc

Her blood had thoroughly soaked into the tiles, staining the creaks a lovely crusty brown.

It felt like he'd be doing this for hours, but she really couldn't tell.

Abruptly he stood up, eyeing the scene with a look of boredom. Boredom. He'd doing this to her for hours and he had the nerve to be bored?!

He turned to her with a glint in this eyes that told her whatever happened next, it would not be in her favor.

He couched down to her eye level, twirling the blade between his fingers with a smile of amusement, beginning to uncuff her as he spoke.

"I'll tell you what, if you can get out the door," he motioned to the obvious locked door, the prick, "I'll let you go, that'll be the end of this no strings attached." He finished unlocking the cuffs and stepped back, unlocking and opening the door.

She knew he was planning something, there'd be no way he'd go against orders so blatantly, and yet, this could be her only way out! She had to at least try. She began crawling towards the door as he stepped around her. She paid him no mind, she was so close! Just a few more crawls and it'd be over!

She could hear him moving closer to her, causing a sinking feeling in her gut that she tried her best to ignore. He doesn't matter, she told herself over and over again as she crossed the blood soaked floor.

Only a few more crawls left. She felt his breath on her back as he loomed over her, letting out a laugh. She let out a sob as her mangled legs dragged against the floor, until she felt the agonizing feeling of cold steel cutting through the skin of her back, pricing through muscle tissue and entering her spine. He dragged her back to the far wall, paying no attention to her screams. He clicked cuffs back into place, turning his gaze to her face with a sickening grin.

Do/nt/rb but uhh more old Eight art cuz like I said I love them sooooo much 😶💖