These woods hold horrible creatures

DBD askblog for OC survivor Jordan Dean Samson| gore and swearing will be present| Mun:18/Muse: 20| Please read the rules before interacting| ARCIVED AND INACTIVE 

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[ENTERING THE FOG: THE NOMAD AND THE LURKER]

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taglist(JD)

A brief encounter// ic

Urban legends// rp

From an unknown source// anon

Truth or dare// asks

Act fast// prompts

Tunes for travel// music

Sketchbook doodles// art

Stopping for the scenery// aesthetic 

Spraypaint dicks// shitposts

Grim discoveries// TW (other tags after to specify)

Taglist(SKINMAN)

Disjointed greetings// ic

Too close for comfort// rp

Word of mouth// asks

Dark forests// aesthetic

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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Yeah, she’s broken. No use dragging this on much longer, Amanda’s not going to get anything else from watching her sputter and spasm. Sighing, she walks around to the head of the table, gripping Jordan’s hair again and tugging to get her looking up at the ceiling. “Yeah, yeah, I hear you. Maybe you’ll finally start to behave, huh?” Something begins to slowly form around Jordan’s neck— something heavy.

“Say hi to your friend for me.” Pig steps back, watches the brutal operation for just a few moments more… and flicks the switch of the heart monitor. The rapid display goes flat—

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The tug to her hair only adds to this unbearable sensation, a cry of desperation bursts from the survivor. She can’t think, her eyes water; she’s just too overwhelmed. She doesn’t know what’s formed around her neck, until it’s much too late.

And within an instant, everything stops. There’s no pain, there’s hardly any noise. Just nothing.

Game over.

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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Pig denies Jordan that escape as well, tugging her back into position- the extra movement making the machine hit an angle that puts stars of pure bliss into her vision. Jordan pants, body and mind exhausted, now just enduring the pleasure that never ends. 

Jay tries to shake her head, weakly writhing in place, “N-- n-gn-- ple-ase-” She begs, voice broken up, “I- I c-can’t-” She can’t take anymore, not mentally at least. Her core is still slick, the drug makes sure of it, “N- n-no m-mor-more, please!” She’s just about to reach the second stage of broken; losing the resisting fight to the machine and simply just.... Brutally accepting and loving the treatment.

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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Jordan can’t really make herself absorb whatever Pig says, she’s too busy having her brain and body destroyed by the machine, an endless stream of inward thrusts send the survivor over the edge again and again, the pleasure becoming so sharp it turns to pain; the drug muddles the difference between sensations, rendering Jordan both savoring the abuse and desperately wanting to escape it.

Without the help of clarity, her only attempt to wiggle out of range fails, limbs too jellied and buzzing to pull herself up enough on the table- and with the way her arms are tied down, the pathetic attempt is awkward at best.

“P- ppl-- hng- plea- se-” She begs between soundless moans, “C- can’t- too- to- much!” She comes undone again, only for the peak to be forced to draw out torturously, fear building up in her chest. The lack of control is less fun than it was before, but it still feels so good. Jordan doesn’t know what to do anymore.

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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The gentle decent into warm limpness is just as pleasing as the skyrocket of pleasure. Jordan hums, basking in that rich, more personal afterglow. But it doesn’t last, Pig says she isn’t done yet. Jordan typically wouldn’t mind to keep going, and with the drug still coursing it’s way through her, she could handle a little more.

What happens next is not a little more.

“Wh- what?” She can’t see what’s pushing up against her, but that hardly matters, because within a split second, the unknown machine kicks to life and fucks the nomad without mercy. The metal doesn’t tire. 

Jordan shouts with shock, her body jolting, unprepared to be filled so roughly again; but it’s that same ruthlessness that brings another twist of needy desire to her gut. God it’s rough, though. She hadn’t even fully come down from the first go, shoved back into the never-ending climax without without warning. She gasps and whimpers, unable to escape the sharp, painful pleasure shooting into her.

Too much has actually become too much.

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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“Uh-uh.” Amanda reaches out and grabs hold of Jordan’s chin almost immediately, blade lancing open a small wound on her neck as she forces the survivor to look at her. “You wanted this, slut, fucking act like it.”

She’s losing composure quick. Not gonna last much longer, her moans becoming more frequent and harder to bite back… But it’s no matter. Even when she’s done, Jordan won’t be. She promised to help, after all.

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Amanda’s thrusts start to come faster and faster, hips snapping erratically as she chases her own high. She doesn’t even waste breath on insults and degradations anymore, just holding down the bound survivor and rutting into her over and over, just trying to hit– that- peak– “Fuck!” All at once, she tips over the precipice, shoving herself to the hilt as she releases inside Jordan. Her head hangs low, hair hanging over her face and swaying slightly from each exaggerated breath. “God… fucking… dammit… I needed that.”

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With Pig’s own release getting closer and closer, Jordan’s breath picks up, going rapid with each snap of the killer’s hips. Jay finds herself tipping over just seconds before the other woman does, spine curling and legs hooking around Pig’s hips, “F- fuck! fuck-fuckfuckfuckfuckfu-!” Jordan’s voice is a strangled cry of overwhelming pleasure, she bucks against that final push, throbbing around the killer’s dick.

Jordan moans as she feels Pig release inside, deeply enjoying that warmth in her core, maybe a little too much. Good thing about the Fog, no need for condoms. Ain’t that neat?

The survivor’s breath comes out much slower now, a dozy, satisfied look written across her face. She chuckles breathlessly, managing a weak, “Y’welcome..” Just one last cocky quip, she couldn’t help herself. The buzz of the drug is keeping that nice high going, gently tapering off into relaxation. 

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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“Uh-uh.” Amanda reaches out and grabs hold of Jordan’s chin almost immediately, blade lancing open a small wound on her neck as she forces the survivor to look at her. “You wanted this, slut, fucking act like it.”

She’s losing composure quick. Not gonna last much longer, her moans becoming more frequent and harder to bite back… But it’s no matter. Even when she’s done, Jordan won’t be. She promised to help, after all.

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A hiss of pain and anxiety escapes the survivor when a small cut is opened on her neck as Pig forces her to look. Being called a slut sends shivers down Jay’s spine.

She did want this, under all the frustration and loathing she has for Pig. And god, it’s becoming so much- Jordan has a half a minute, tops, before she loses herself to the lust and falls over the edge. The drug is making everything feel like heaven, each inward thrust is a mini-climax in and of itself. She can’t help but move her hips to the beat.

She can’t help loving being used. Her moans tear from her throat, eyes filled with nothing but blind, greedy hunger for more.

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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The pain is still pain, after all, and Jordan flinches and writhes under Pig with each cut, only making the blinding pleasure even better- or worse, depending on how one sees it. Right now it’s hard to tell, the survivor is falling fast to that rough climax. 

Shame tastes so good right now, and that only makes Jordan feel it more- turning her head to the side to avoid Pig’s sharp gaze. Still, noises of pleasure keep bubbling from her mouth, despite her trying to stop them.

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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Jordan can’t filter her noises to be quieter, a symphony of whines and moans flow from her. The rough movements in and out are chipping away at that knot in her gut, yanking it undone, slowly but surely. 

The survivor feels her face heat up even more at the words spoken by Pig, because she’s absolutely right. At some point, Jay is sure she’s gonna have to beg, and she will. There’s no way in hell that she won’t be able to brat it out this time. Not with the drug making everything ten times more arousing. 

Like being cut, a surge of pain mixes with toxic pleasure, getting a yelp from the nomad, more blood rolling down her skin, more marks she’ll return to the beach with. The shame that this is possibly cheating comes to mind very briefly, only to be fucked right away, drowned out by moaning. 

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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The survivor watches as she’s lined up, holding her breath to prepare for the absolutely huge dick Pig has. Sure, Sai has pushed the bar way up, but holy shit. That’s big. And within a few slow seconds, nearly the whole damn thing is pushed deep into Jordan. 

She’s been given a single taste of relief, and now she’s desperate for more. 

“H- ho-holy fucking s- shit-” With the help of the drug, she’s feeling that tangled mess of lust in her gut only wind up tighter, and it’s addictive, “- f- fuck-” The pulses of pleasure don’t stop, either, in tune with her heartbeat. She needs more.

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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Jay doesn’t expect to be taking more of the stuff in, nor was she prepared to take it straight to her core. Feeling the strong drug seep right into her skin is torture, whole body on fire with endless, needy lust. 

She can’t even get herself to keep the quips up, she just sucks in a sharp breath, “Ffffffuck-” It’s so good, it’s already too good, or teetering on that line. She’s almost disappointed in herself for being so easy to break this time around, granted she is fresh off the heels of a previous night with a different, much better Killer. Either way, she’s dying to be absolutely destroyed again.

Man, what is it with killers and being unreasonably hot?

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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A bit of a breathy chuckle escapes Jordan at Pig’s response, her muddled mind trying to come up with a good comeback- distracted when she finally gets friction where she needed it most. 

Again her spine curls, a whine pouring from her lips at the electric pleasure shooting up into her core. Jordan is simply soaked, and if the killer left now? She’d cry for sure. But there’s no tears now, not yet anyway. Not when the survivor eyes down the Pig hungrily, leaning into the ‘whore’ status and giving a cheeky roll of her hips, “Guess we’re both whores then.” 

Jordan’s not gonna be able to keep up the sass for long, and she knows it. She’s just getting one last word in before her voice is taken from her. 

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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“—No?” Amanda straightens up, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. “I don’t know, you seemed awfully ready to have me fuck off outta here just a minute ago. Maybe I have been too harsh, I should just let you rest a bit.” This is fucking delicious, now. She’s got absolute control over Jordan, without a single threat of pain.

Well, at least not pain in the traditional sense.

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The survivor keeps tugging, but it’s to no avail. She just can’t be left alone now, but she doesn’t want pig to win. Fuckin dickbag killer can’t win, “N- no-” But still she objects to the woman finally leaving now.

Jordan is unbearably starved of sensation right now. She’s burning up, again, and this time there’s no one as eager as Sai to help her satisfy the desire. And that fucking sucks, “Just- ….” Jordan cuts herself off with a deep groan, squeezing her eyes shut. It feels so good it almost hurts.

It’s not enough.

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“Mmm? I’m all ears.” Amanda leans in close, grinning like the devil. Come to think of it… Jordan’s already having a pretty bad time. The point’s definitely been made by now. Who’s to say Amanda should deny herself some stress relief, if he’s about to hear what she thinks she is? Intentionally or not, after all, this scene is pretty fucking hot.

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Of course the cuts hurt, but Jordan was never afraid of a little knifeplay. She hisses and bites her lip each time the blade catches her skin, shirt eventually cut away and tossed aside. It looks worse than it is, the beads of blood all smeared over her chest, but god damn it’s hot. The pain is only a different kind of pleasure. And Jordan can’t help but adore the way Pig looks at her now.

The killer isn’t gentle with getting Jordan’s pants off, either. Every press, every ghost of a touch to her skin just gets her more worked up- which is somehow possible, given she’s so fucked up she could break any second now. Some part of her holds on, though, desperate to be shattered, begging to be used.

“H-hn-L- lookin’ a little red there.” Jordan grins, a flushed and smug expression painted across her face. She knows Pig is into this too, and it’s just a little tiny shred of power. The power to accidentally turn someone on. 

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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“—No?” Amanda straightens up, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. “I don’t know, you seemed awfully ready to have me fuck off outta here just a minute ago. Maybe I have been too harsh, I should just let you rest a bit.” This is fucking delicious, now. She’s got absolute control over Jordan, without a single threat of pain.

Well, at least not pain in the traditional sense.

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The survivor keeps tugging, but it’s to no avail. She just can’t be left alone now, but she doesn’t want pig to win. Fuckin dickbag killer can’t win, “N- no-” But still she objects to the woman finally leaving now.

Jordan is unbearably starved of sensation right now. She’s burning up, again, and this time there’s no one as eager as Sai to help her satisfy the desire. And that fucking sucks, “Just- ….” Jordan cuts herself off with a deep groan, squeezing her eyes shut. It feels so good it almost hurts.

It’s not enough.

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“Mmm? I’m all ears.” Amanda leans in close, grinning like the devil. Come to think of it… Jordan’s already having a pretty bad time. The point’s definitely been made by now. Who’s to say Amanda should deny herself some stress relief, if he’s about to hear what she thinks she is? Intentionally or not, after all, this scene is pretty fucking hot.

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Oh thank god- Jordan hates the rush of glee she gets when Pig decides to indulge, brushing a hand through short blonde hair, only to give a little tug. That little tug pulls way too much noise from the survivor, too delighted at the touch. Jay blushes harder, cursing herself for enjoying this as much as she is.

Wonderful fear prickles at her spine when that jagged blade clicks into place, dragged down her torso, cutting cloth and skin at the same time. The sting the blade leaves in it’s wake is so fucking good. Jordan arches her spine, humming at the sensation, “Shhhhhiiiit-” 

Jay presses her thighs together, her hands balled into fists. The drug is wiping away the shame and replacing it with need. This doesn’t feel like such a bad Idea anymore...

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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“—No?” Amanda straightens up, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. “I don’t know, you seemed awfully ready to have me fuck off outta here just a minute ago. Maybe I have been too harsh, I should just let you rest a bit.” This is fucking delicious, now. She’s got absolute control over Jordan, without a single threat of pain.

Well, at least not pain in the traditional sense.

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The survivor keeps tugging, but it’s to no avail. She just can’t be left alone now, but she doesn’t want pig to win. Fuckin dickbag killer can’t win, “N- no-” But still she objects to the woman finally leaving now.

Jordan is unbearably starved of sensation right now. She’s burning up, again, and this time there’s no one as eager as Sai to help her satisfy the desire. And that fucking sucks, “Just- ….” Jordan cuts herself off with a deep groan, squeezing her eyes shut. It feels so good it almost hurts.

It’s not enough.

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“Mmm? I’m all ears.” Amanda leans in close, grinning like the devil. Come to think of it… Jordan’s already having a pretty bad time. The point’s definitely been made by now. Who’s to say Amanda should deny herself some stress relief, if he’s about to hear what she thinks she is? Intentionally or not, after all, this scene is pretty fucking hot.

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Fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuck, Jordan grits her teeth, stifling another needy moan. She needs the need to stop, she’s desperate to have this painful desire melt away. 

“Fffu- hng- Don’t leave-” Jordan bites away the urge to say please, because if she does, that’s begging, “J- just- make it stop-” As long as she doesn’t say please, it’s not begging. That’s what she tells herself to keep her pride intact, which at this point is pretty useless. She really does not want to give the Pig satisfaction, not after acting all big and tough earlier, just to be reduced to this pathetic mess.

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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“—No?” Amanda straightens up, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. “I don’t know, you seemed awfully ready to have me fuck off outta here just a minute ago. Maybe I have been too harsh, I should just let you rest a bit.” This is fucking delicious, now. She’s got absolute control over Jordan, without a single threat of pain.

Well, at least not pain in the traditional sense.

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The survivor keeps tugging, but it’s to no avail. She just can’t be left alone now, but she doesn’t want pig to win. Fuckin dickbag killer can’t win, “N- no-” But still she objects to the woman finally leaving now.

Jordan is unbearably starved of sensation right now. She’s burning up, again, and this time there’s no one as eager as Sai to help her satisfy the desire. And that fucking sucks, “Just- ....” Jordan cuts herself off with a deep groan, squeezing her eyes shut. It feels so good it almost hurts.

It’s not enough.

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“What fresh hell do you have for me this time?” Jordan looks more smug than usual. She’s in a good mood. @looking-for-legends

“Just some maintenance testing, actually. Lucky you, this one isn’t gonna be too intense.” Amanda got up from her chair, directing Jordan to her own seat with a wave and beginning to fiddle with some machines. “You seem unusually chipper. What gives?”

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Despite her efforts, some of the stuff still manages down her throat- and it’s so much stronger than before, and a little thicker too. Feels like she’s drinking cold saliva. 

At the idea of being left alone, Jordan feels a deep dread, tugging against her binds, “N- no, don’t-” She bites her lip, “... Fuckin- anything else.” At the end of all things, being left to fester like this is going to make her cry. Jordan would rather die than just sit here, desperate to get off.