iii. ━━━ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

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୨━ 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔰 ━୧
CHAPTER THREE━━━
act i.-little flickering light

"i know we can figure this out"

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"i know we can figure this out"

--𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 it's strange way of working

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--𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 it's strange way of working. Seconds bleed into hours, days bled into months. It all blended into each other, creating a paradox of lost time. It was all one big ugly shade of grey now to Paisley.

    She clung to her sanity in anyway she could, through her talks with Jesse, paces around the room, even through thinking of what she'd being doing if she was free.

   She refused to lose her joy, her happiness. Hope. That tiny light in the innermost part of her heart that weakly shone through.

   Everyday she prayed with that tiny light that something, anything would be her key out of this hell.

   That day, after 189 days, a physical form of her hope had been delivered right to her: Barry Allen.

    "Jesse! Oh my god. Jesse you're here. Where's Paisley?"

    "Jesse?" Paisley stood up suddenly, head turned to the sound of the new voice. "Who is that?"

    "Paisley," Barry called. "I'm here with your dad! We're going to get you both out of here, I promise."

   Tears welled up in Paisley's eyes. "You're breaking us out?"

    Before another response came to Barry, blue lightning once more flooded the lair. Jesse let out a sob, stumbling back as Zoom stood face to face with her.

    "It's not wise...to make promises you can't keep Flash. Look around. This...is the last place...you'll ever see."

   Silence filled the room jusy a few mere seconds before that haunting blue lightning flooded Paisley's prison. Zoom stood before her, hand wrapped around her neck, forcing her to stand on the utmost tips of her feet.

  "You...should thank me now." Fear raced in Paisley's heart as she clawed at the monster's arm. Her breath was strangled in her throat, her face slowly turn an unnatural hue as tears brimmed her eyes. "Your pathetic boyfriend is dead. Now all you have to fear...is me."

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