[ he lurches forward, fingers winding around the wet pulp of the lung; it sends a shiver up his spine, stomach queasy at the feel of it. for a moment, he’s on the cusp of dissociation, mind somewhere else — memories of the distant past flash, blood and guts and viscera…
the fangs of the snake sink into his stomach and the pain reorients him, tethering him back to reality. exposed midriffs were fashionable — but costly!
don’t dress like a thot, everyone.
he pries the snake off with a bare fist; it gets his palm in the process. fuck. bad, bad, bad. he’s up on his feet, lung in his other hand, now making an actual run for it at long last. ]
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[ he lurches forward, fingers winding around the wet pulp of the lung; it sends a shiver up his spine, stomach queasy at the feel of it. for a moment, he’s on the cusp of dissociation, mind somewhere else — memories of the distant past flash, blood and guts and viscera…
the fangs of the snake sink into his stomach and the pain reorients him, tethering him back to reality. exposed midriffs were fashionable — but costly!
don’t dress like a thot, everyone.
he pries the snake off with a bare fist; it gets his palm in the process. fuck. bad, bad, bad. he’s up on his feet, lung in his other hand, now making an actual run for it at long last. ]