♥ v2

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A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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Re: underground...

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[ She's doing a fine job of that! The nose is definitely broken, his eyes are swollen shut, and there is blood pouring down his face from various gashes. A few lashes seem to have resulted in split lips. There is heavy bruising as well, to be sure, but that is the least of his worries. ]

Re: underground...

[screwthatnoise]

Eventually she drops the chain.

"Hmm~"

There's not much else to do! This was fun, but... if he's not dead yet, she's just going to grab a knife and slit his throat.

Re: underground...

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[ Well, he was dying, but a knife to the throat certainly would finish the job! Of course, now you have a broken corpse chained to a nail chair. It kind of adds to the decor, doesn't it? ]