CERES OSPREY, gifted by @silima
REAP WHAT WE SOW - Chapter 20, "Before the Sun Goes Down"
Ceres looks at her hand pressed against the bloodied stone. There is so much blood under her, a puddle forming at her feet that is wet and slippery. Her eyes follow the trail, until she finds her wounded arm. All Ceres can see is a bloodied stump. She blinks, yet nothing changes. She is staring at nothing. Well, not nothing. There is a stump where her arm used to be, with chunks of flesh hanging treacherously off of her shoulder, like old rags. Blood pools out of her like a waterfall, hot and gooey. It seeps through the fabric of her shirt. Ceres tries blinking again. When this does nothing, she raises her hand to brush through the empty space where her arm should have been. It is as if she expects it to be there, but simply translucent like the mutt. But she is only met with dead air. It’s gone. Her arm is gone.
