[ Little bits of blood drip from her claws, and she stares at them, almost shocked. She hadn't caused deep cuts, but they're just enough to bleed. It reminds her of that night she ripped the thing that spoke in her family's voices into little pieces, when she ripped the little mouths whispering her sins off her arms, opening gashes that took until the next fog to heal.
Her family. Her sins. Riley almost whimpers at the thought of it, of the memory of looking up at him in the tree, paralyzed— ]
You're absolutely joking, right? [ Tight, clipped, pained. ] Don't— please don't make me say it.
cw: cannibalism mentions, body horror
Her family. Her sins. Riley almost whimpers at the thought of it, of the memory of looking up at him in the tree, paralyzed— ]
You're absolutely joking, right? [ Tight, clipped, pained. ] Don't— please don't make me say it.