@ghxstbxtch sent “Don’t beat a dead gift horse in the mouth.” Tatum purrs from under her Ghostface mask as she watches the other crawl away from her. Her knife is swinging from her fingers, keeping just enough grip on it to keep it in her grasp. "You're lucky I saved the best for last."
Trials were always unpredictable. Sometimes they were ok, sometimes they were great, and then other times like now??
They were an absolute shit show.
As the Ghostface spoke, the survivor ground his teeth, a barely retained snarl escaping him as fingers dug into the earth beneath him.
"Fine. We're fuckin' doin' this, then," he spat, turning over just enough so that he could spit the small bit of blood he felt in his mouth at his attacker.
"Gonna make ya regret playin' with yer food, though."
