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the idea in itself was out there, but the fact that they would have to execute it in a matter of moments was beyond comprehension. the dark was seeping in as was the light and the contrast rose the panic even more. unstable breaths and flushed cheeks filled the cramped space and the necessity to get the hell out became more and more pressing.
she was forbidden at a young age from leaving her house. it was a pretty bad idea in hindsight but at the time it seemed like the only way to provide "support." yes it was believed that containing a child indoors without any social interaction (or any interaction at all for that matter) was beneficial. so she sat in her room, her view of the world distorted by the purple polka dot curtains her father suggested in hopes of making her room cheerier. the purple polka dot curtains did nothing for the room or her.
he was claustrophobic. even being in a small room with the door closed drew strained breathing and mumbles of needing to leave from him. remarkably so, he was fine. he was jammed inside of a box and his air supply was most likely running low (he had no way of knowing, of course) but he was fine.
she grinned, her lipstick smeared and dripping, mixed with the blood. her eyes were blue and her hair was raven. morals were lost on her, in fact, she mocked them, with that grin and crazed, gorgeous glisten in her eyes. it was impossible to despise her, despite her actions. whenever she explained herself, she turned it around so that the other person was forced into sympathy. it was sickening yet hypnotizing. she was sickening yer hypnotizing.
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