7/4/2023 0 Comments Captured by erica stevens![]() ![]() Though the notion had never entered her mind before, she realized she'd prefer to take her own life before such a thing happened to her. Surprisingly, the thought of dying aroused even less fear in her than the alternative did, and that was becoming a blood slave. The dead did not require water after all. She would have given anything for some water, but she was fairly certain that her misery and discomfort would soon be coming to an end anyway. ![]() The smell of smoke clung to her, cloying in its acrid odor. The fire that had consumed parts of the forest had burned her throat, and she could taste the ash upon her tongue. ![]() She'd had nothing to drink in hours, she was thirsty and her mouth was dry as cotton. Her lips were sore, she could taste her dried blood upon them as they were chapped and cracking. She shuddered, swallowing heavily, and repeatedly, as she tried to wet her suddenly very parched throat. The words were enough to send a cold chill of terror down Arianna's spine. ![]()
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