Make Me, Break Me
Marie didn't like small spaces for several reasons. She had been locked in a tiny cage an tortured for several days. Tiny spaces seemed to be closing in on you, collapsing your lungs and inhibiting your breathing. Well that was the current spot she had gotten herself into. She had crawled into a hole at the base of a tree to sleep but had been startled awake by thunder and lightening, which had made her shift, the once roomy space squeezing her human body. She was too terrified to shift back so she began shrieking for help, clawing at the bark until her fingers bled.












