My Unsaid Words Have the Taste of Your Blood.
Description
Blood everywhere.
His vision was blurred by the liquid smeared on his face, dripping from his scalp. His disorientated senses couldn’t help him to discern up from down and the dizziness he was feeling was too overwhelming to move. The belt was cutting his blood circulation and his legs felt like cotton. He could hear voices outside, out of the darkness which surrounded him, but he couldn’t tell who was speaking. They sounded frantic and anxious.
Screams echoed around him. Someone had screamed before too, but he couldn’t remember why.
What had happened?
Foreword
Well, my brain cannot come with something nice. I don't know how to write happy things U.u"
I have not excuse for this thing with not plot and credibility, but my brain wanted a car accident so...
I love comments even if it's to remind me that I kill grammar regularly in this thing or to throw stones (just not the face, dear~)
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