Willam sat on the couch, oddly quiet and not sure what to say or even how to feel. She didn’t want to be weak, didn’t want to show the others how scared she honestly felt, but she didn’t know what to do with herself. This whole thing had been super sketchy from the beginning and she couldn’t help but worry about being next, especially with how off-put World of Wonder was with her. She still couldn’t help but imagine this was some twisted fucking show of theirs, though killing off drag queens was a little much.
She also wasn’t one to sit back. She knew the queens were going to have to figure something out eventually; they would have to get out of her sometime soon. The best thing to do now, she felt, was to stay close try to figure out the weaknesses in this bullshit. She sighed, leaning back onto the couch cushions and hoping for the best.
