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FANTASY. xiv. long way back from hell ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
HEAVY, PANICKED BREATHS ESCAPED past her lips, her aching limbs barely making the leap over the fallen tree trunk. While she stumbled ever the slightest, the girl didn't fall. She could hear them coming, growing closer with each stride she took to escape their line of vision. Their hungry, enraged snarls only continued to grow louder, encouraging the girl to pump her legs harder than she believed she even could.
In a hysteric frenzy, she barely dodged low hanging branches and took as many turns as she could think of to throw them off. But, it seemed like no matter what she did, where she went, they always found her. She couldn't escape – she'd never escape. That much was clear by the cliff drop she was soon standing over. Her stomach dropped to the ground, a terrified gasp getting stuck in the back of her throat. She turned back to the dark woods behind her to quickly analyze the scene for another way out, but she couldn't. Because before she was given the chance, a forceful blow pushed her back and over the edge.
With her insides, a shrilling scream lurched into her throat. But, it had gotten stuck, almost like she couldn't get a word out – it was like she was drowning, trying to yell out for help only to be silenced. All she could do was flail her arms and kick her feet in a desperate attempt to swim her way back up to the surface. But, the water only grew colder and the light from the surface only darkened as she descended further down.
Her heart was racing, her pulse reverberating throughout the entirety of her body. She could feel it, the life slowly draining from her being. She knew there was a good chance that she would never see the light of day ever again. Regardless, she continued to hold onto hope. Even as the beats decelerated to an irregular slow.
Thump, thump, thump ...
Eyes shot open, Moira awoke from her rather unsettling slumber. With quiet pants and trembling hands, the girl looked down to her drenched skin. As expected, she had worked up quite the sweat due to the fear her nightmare had brought. Face cringing in disgust, Moira untangled herself from her damp bedsheets and waddled her way into her bathroom. A nice, hot shower was surely in order to start off the rough morning. She'd always hated sweating.
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Even after she had cleansed herself of the salty sweat that stuck to every crevice of her skin, Moira was still unable to escape the wretched nightmare that had taunted her mind. It continued to haunt her, the disconcerting images reappearing each and every time she thought she'd finally reached freedom. And they only brought her greater discomfort each time she'd graze her fingertips over the spots in which she'd been bitten the night before. It felt as if it were happening all over again; Moira could feel their sharp teeth sinking into her delicate skin as she let out cries of sheer pain and terror; she could feel their hot breath on her skin from their heavy pants; she could feel their soft fur rubbing up against her body.
