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O15. IGGY GOES DOWN PT.II! ❝i never thought you were a jinx — you were just a kid ❞
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Her inevitable unconsciousness has given her thoughts time to be mobile. Showing her cinematic clips of her trauma and horrid doings on repeat—through her point of view—all over again. Was this her reckoning? Perhaps, this is the karma that's been itching to deal with her. Her mind acted as a prison, forcing her to be secluded and recollect every action she's ever made. Iggy's mind was far from wonderful—it was vengeful. It hated her, just as much as her soul. Apparently, it wasn't only the universe that had it out for it. She herself was her very own personal enemy. A monster that she didn't quite know how to tame.
And everyday, every hour, every minute, every second... It only seemed to get more difficult.
Her wrists were bound to a chair, when she blinked herself back into reality. As well as her ankles being tied to the legs of the wooden seat. The fatigued muscles in her body jerked and trembled idly, causing little shudders while she gained full consciousness. Her dull tangerines rolling back as she tried to focus her pupils in the dark. Well, it wasn't completely dark—it was dim, but her eyes were blurry anyway. The significant muscle in her skull throbbed against the bone. Her features scrunching up in pain. "What... The fuck..." Ignatia muttered, tugging at the restraints around her wrists.
A pair of purple eyes emerged through the blurry darkness—her steps just as slow as they were before. Iggy's memory was foggy, technically, barely there. Everything was still so foggy. She could barely grasp the fact that she was restrained to a chair, suspended high above the ground. "What the fuck, indeed... Iggy." A raspy voice spoke, while sauntering into through dim light. Iggy's slender eyebrows deepened as she still blinked rapidly to regain her perfect vision. "P—Powder?" She stammered, trying to pull at the restraints again, but with more strength. She abruptly smacked her hands down onto the young woman wrists, bracing her weight as she leaned closer. "Ah, ah... Try again. Powder isn't home, right now."
