#pigtrapped

It was like waking up from a nightmare right into another one. The last thing she remembered was those monsters in Alchemilla, and locking herself in a room to hide from them... but she woke up here. She wasn’t sure where here was. It certainly wasn’t Silent Hill, and she would have been relieved about that if she hadn’t quickly discovered that there was something chasing her. Wherever she was, she wasn’t any safer.

But there were others here. People, not monsters. She had seen them briefly before the killer had scattered them. Hearing footsteps, she peered out into the darkness, making out a silhouette in the mist. It looked like a person.

fury  lay  hot  red  ‘pon  spiteful  tongue,  bitter  cyanide  spitting  out,  muffled  from  behind  a  mask  which  taunted,  that  chilling  smile  that  dared  utter  (  “  do  it,  do  it,  you  fucking  coward.  “  );  and  she  can  feel  the  cloth  in  her  hands  fisted  tightly,  blunt  fingernails  digging  sharply  into  jacketed  material  inches  away  from  skin  she  swore  she’d  claw  if  given  the  chance,  her  own  sharp  breath  whistled  out  from  between  teeth   —  the  wall  behind  her  was  hard,  cold  and  burning  like  ice  on  her  back,  (  much  in  the  same  way  ormond  felt  on  especially  chilly  winters  /  hypothermia  that  sunk  skin  deep  if  you  weren’t  careful  )  and  there  was  a  distant  ringing  in  her  head  (  pang,  pang,  pang  !  she  must’ve  hit  it  when  this  fucker  —  ).

❝   what’s  the  matter,  pig  ?  all  oink  no  BITE  ?   ❞

she  dances  with  risk  as  though  it  were  an  art,  honed  and  masterful,  oh  so  volatile  she  is,  and  it’s  the  thrill  that  shakes  her,  leaves  her  burning.  hollowed  eyes  stare  dead  at  the  woman  who’s  jacket  is  in  her  hands,  who’s  throat  is  close,  so  close,  and  she  wonders  briefly  how  it’d  feel  to  choke  the  life  out  of  her,  skin  so  pliant  (  death  was  questionable,  but  the  bruise  would  linger  ).

and  so  she’d  provoke  with  fingers  twitching,  itching,  itching  for  a  fight.

❝   go  ahead  —  bitch,  i  dare  you.  bite  me.   ❞

I mean, you’re alive!

@pigtrapped​ asked: "what was that for?"

『❛  This  place is a fucking pigsty. It almost suits you. ❜』