sophiewashere

Chapter 57 :  Blackout
          Heart in her throat, far too big to swallow else that claw slit it right out. The claw was stationed like a shard of glass under her chin, keeping her pinned back against the chair and to make sure the girl did not budge an inch. So there she sat, her teeny fists clutching the arms of a rocking chair that he scooped her up in from behind, fast like a shadow. It was needlessly dramatic. His ugly silver weapon was at her neck before she could react appropriately. So all she could do was be quiet and sit still. Hooray for her and her mean luck.          She could no longer hear the muffled chaos of the Op