Death Is Not An Escape

Death Is Not An Escape

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I hear it again, the wolf's howl and the exit gates bolt shut and the killer set free inside. Grass buried in the side of my face, my head burns as I slowly lift it from the cold, damp floor, waking up from what felt like a painful eternity, I'm laying on the grass. I'm here again. It's happening, again. I lift my head as I look around and feel the cold wind blow through my dirty, messy hair. Unfinished generators glittering in the moonlight, and hooks shining like rusty metal. This is a horrible loop of death and torture, madness and games. I have already been killed by them once, but here, not even death is an escape.
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I wake up.... but "wake up" isn't right,waking up would require a bed, covers, a pillow. Instead I come to and I sit up, right away, a pounding headache bursts through me, it takes a while, but it passes. I look down my white dress, I see dry blood stains on it, but I can't find any injury. I realize that I'm in a cage, I see metal bars around me,the floor I'm sitting on is also metal, I recheck my body for injuries, but instead of an injury, I feel something soft, my blood runs cold, ...fur, it feels like fur, I turn my head around. look down, at the back of my dress and start screaming, I can't stop, it's like someone has taken control of my vocal chords, the reason I'm screaming is because what's on-no what's attached to me, is a wolf's tale.She doesn't know who she is, she doesn't know where she is, what she does know is that she has to escape.

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