
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @cationicagonist her Right Eye Stared Down The Barrel, Gun Aimed At Her With No Hesitation. Her Breathing Was Pained, Ragged, And Shallow, Owing To The Boot Pressing Down On Her Chest. Every Attempt At A Compensated Breath Sent A Wave Of Nausea And Pain Flourishing Through Her Abdomen From The Knife That Made Its Home In Her Stomach. The Shattered Kneecap Reminded Her That She Couldnβt Just Wiggle Out Of It. the Cerulean Mercenary Glared Down At Her In Return, One Eye Swollen Shut With A Waterfall Of Blood Caking His Face From A Forehead Gash. He Had His Non-wielding Arm Pressed Against His Own Glaringly Deep Abdominal Wound. His Mark Very Weakly Tried To Remove His Leg With No Avail. βiβll Give It To Ya Goldie,β The Cerulean Said Between Heavy Breaths. βya Sure Did Put Up A Good Fight. Be Proud βa That.β the Downed Gold-blood Whined Under The Full Weight Of His Boot. It Was A Bitter, Dismal Fight. She Was Caught Off Guard In The Middle Of Burying A Botched Surgical Patient By Her Doctorturer Boss. With No Warning, The Mercenary Had Attacked Her From Behind As She Finished The 6 Foot Deep Grave, Unbeknownst To Her That It Would Be Her Own. βunfortunately For Ya,β He Let Out A Long Sigh, βit Wasnβt Good Enough. Any Last Words?β her Eyes Widened, Mouth Opened In An Attempt To Say Something, But Nothing Came Out. This Wasnβt It, This Couldn't Be It For Her. An Extended Moment Of Silence Lingered Between Them. the Mercenary Smirked And Didnβt Wait A Moment Longer Before Pulling The Trigger. - the Deafening Bang Rang In Her Ears As She Woke With A Start Surrounded By Glaring Yellow. One Eye Opened, Only To Be Berated By The Brightness Of The Room Meant To Mimic Her Own Personal Respite Block Back In Her Hive. Shielding Her Eye, She Attempted To Remove Herself From The Comfort Slab, Finding Herself Spinning From Pain And Lack Of Balance. she Collapsed To The Ground, Right Leg Unable To Hold Up Her Weight. Pain Bloomed From Her Abdomen, Resulting In Blood Splatter From Her Mouth And Oozing Out Of Her Abdomen Painting The Floor. She Curled Into Herself, Tears Streaming Down Her Cheek As Her Body Started To Numb, Despite Trembling From The Blood Loss That Soaked Her Aptly Bright Yellow Pajamas. the Glaring Yellow Of Her Surroundings Blurred And Darkened At Its Edges Towards The Center Of Her Vision. The Threat Became A Promise As It Engulfed Her Vision Whole, Leaving Nothing But The Sensation Of Cold Tucked Her In, Blanketing Everything As Her Body Relaxed. Her Constantly Racing Mind Began To Drift And Dull Before Quietly Shut Down, Welcoming The Silent Calm That Came After. #gore #cw-gore #death #cw-death it Only Gets Easier. πΌπππππ’ πππ β β β β β β β β β β β β β
