"Unlovable is quite the strong word for a fragile soul like you my darling."
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-IN WHICH , an schizophrenic && ptsd wielding ex-soldier going through grief is pushed on a mission by chris redfield, and along the way is taken by one group of vampir...
Surprisingly—you woke up. You weren't outside anymore, you woke up being tugged by one of the monsters. You felt for your gun. And you didn't feel anything on you, not even your knife. You were in a dimly lit hall. You groaned out. Alerting the thing and he growled lowly and dragged you. Your eyes fluttered before you finally closed them again, seeing nothing but the darkness and your own mind
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"Whos the pretty lady." You heard someone ask. His voice was deep. You moved your head slightly. Moving upwards. You felt that your wrist were shackled. You opened your eyes. They fluttered opened while you saw a man. He wore a light brown coat. You moaned out in pure pain.
"but shes a whiner." He said sitting in his chair again. He pull out a cigar and lit it. Even after 3 years of not going on missions, and the one you do come back to is like this... great. You heard heels and you dipped you head. You were in pain, you felt blood trickling down you right leg. It was painful, and aswell as your arm, the sleeve of your left arm was soaked in red, crimson blood.
"I surely do hope that my time is not being wasted by this-"
She cut off mid sentence. Her voice was.. deep and rich, just like chocolate. Your eyes flickered up. To the tallest woman you've ever seen. You parted your lips and her eyes moved away from yours.
Your mouth closed again. And you gulped. She sat down in a more taller. Larger chair to compensate for her size. You couldn't stop staring at her.. why couldn't you stop staring.?!
She looked back at you. Her eyes swirled with a mischievous glint. You could see it from a mile away. Your eyes met the gold ring that sat perfectly still on your finger. You did another harsh gulp. You could feel the tall woman's eyes in your skull. You blinked hard. Staring at the cobblestone ground. You were just in pain.
"Children." You heard. The voice was cold. Your eyes bat up to see a woman. Masked. She had wings— 8 to be exact, this room reeked of blood. It was insufferable. And it was suffocating you
