Just A Little Bit Shy

I Just Need Some Advice, Please! - 1

Her eyes opened to meet blurriness, the colors around her bleeding into a cohesive grey mass. There was a pain pounding into the side of her head. So sharp it seemed to vibrate her entire skull. She groaned between clenched teeth. A faint sense of danger, of — this is wrong, this is so wrong — bled into her consciousness. Yua tried to blink the blurriness away. Several sharp pinpoints of yellow light spotted the back of her eyelids every time she closed them.

She felt strange; nauseous. Buoyant, too. As if she was suspended in water, doing a handstand in the shallow end of her pool. Blood was rushing to her head. Another groan tore through her chest, flitted past her lips.

Trying to get a good idea of her situation, she moved her arms. They were awkward, uncooperative, flailing uselessly in the air. Her body swung back and forth, she was hanging upside down —

A scream ripped out of her throat as a pain unlike any other tore through her left leg. It sharpened her senses but dulled her thoughts. She rubbed the blurriness from her eyes with a fist, jolting when her hand came back bloody. She was bleeding — from what? Her nose? Her head somewhere?

Oh god, but her leg —

Yua craned her head forward enough to see a large metal hook stabbed through her calf, hooking right between the tibia and fibula bones of her lower leg. Blood was streaming down, soaking into her skirt, dripping off with a hollow plop into the metal trough situated below her. Her leg was nothing but torn muscles and mangled flesh, looking more like meat she'd find in a butcher's market than anything resembling a human leg.

There was a moment the reality of her situation did not register with Yua. A moment where she saw all this detachedly. Here she was, hanging upside from a slaughterhouse rail, metal hook stabbed through her leg rendering the whole thing bloody and useless. I'm a pig, was the strange thought lancing through her mind.

She was a pig, hanging for evisceration.

The reality fell upon her.

And she screamed.

The slaughterhouse, with its hissing stalled machinery, its concrete walls bearing horrible ugly maroon-black stains, the metal grates on the floor where — if she looked — she could see a well of crimson blood stored beneath; an awful attempt of a drainage system. She wiggled and writhed, shrieking through the pain. She had to get out of here, she had to —

She arched forward and backward, trying to get enough momentum to reach the hook in her leg. She accomplished nothing but seesawing back and forth, causing her leg to tear more. Blood flooded down — the feeling hot, sticky, and horrifying. Her arms were flailing, her heart was pounding so loudly in her ears it was all she could hear.

All through this, Yua failed to notice that she was not alone in the slaughterhouse. That a figure had roused from her shrieking and broke itself off the formless, shapeless grey of this horror-house. That it was threading between the other, vacant metal hooks and troughs — most of which, had been rinsed clean earlier that day but the stains of blood would always be ever-permanent.

When Yua was physically unable to scream any more, she hung limply, sobbing and dry-heaving. She squeezed her eyes shut and wished hopelessly for home — that this was all a dream. When she opened her eyes again, it was only to meet a pair of (e/c) eyes mere inches from hers.

Instantly, her mouth opened and she began another round of screaming.

Bent at the waist in front of her so they were eye-to-eye, one hand anchored on his thigh, was Y/n L/n inspecting her like she was nothing more than a soon-to-be pound of horseflesh he'd sell at the market come tomorrow. This had to be a nightmare! There was no rational explanation in the world —