“ i wonder what little
dollies are made of, ”
it straddles her, clawing her abdomen and riping apart anything keeping her stomach from being exposed. the creature drags away as much fabric as it does skin. it was honestly growing hard to tell. there wasn’t so much of a calculated pattern as there was anger. blind hatred ( and hunger ) in the form of long blackened talons.
“ snips and e n t r a i l s
and puppydog tails-? ”
claws entwined in strings of muscle and fatty tissue rip across both her arms, smile growing brighter and wider with every incision. it completely disregards her remarks and her words are lost among the various splats! and slaps! that bounce off the walls, leaving a deep red mark in their wake. the tunnel once musty and dank, now smelled of hot iron. it sees the ball joints, but what’s connected to them is far more appealing.
however when the hand touches it, the creature almost immediately stops its assault. the weak grasp she has on its shoulder makes it lose focus if only for a moment. keeping its nails hooked into her flesh, it looks her in the face as opposed to the carnage it’s created. the creature then pulls its blood-slicked claws out and grabs onto the joint at her elbow.
it begins to twist the mangled arm, winding it and winding it.
—— EYES, glossed with a reflective SHEEN that of— glass ? ( oh blasphemy ! far too obscene ! ) delicate and large, like a veneer the shine laid, in hopes of a perfect facade ! like an added touch to sell the act, ghostly whites tinted— no, TAINTED with hot vermilion pang coupled with pin-prick pupils. it did well to boast her imposing agony.
bloodshot & bleeding tears, frail screams filled with fears: a volume so lofty it could be sworn to make the pipes vibrate mockingly, laughing violently in her wake. no sensation could quite describe the current one : it was thick in feeling, all but desirable. various eager claws intruding in places which should be covered safely : && with good reason. ❛ your body is a temple ! ❜ people say, ❛ don’t let someone rummage through it ! ❜ —— that may or may not be exact. . .
skin and muscle tissues are not toys yet the clown handles them like a child with a sugar rush & an active imagination ! exposing such flesh was unwelcoming, digging into such flesh was unwelcoming. she could FEEL ligaments shred, & the noise it evoked was grotesque. loud wet rips left 𝓥 trembling with discomfort, applying tension teeth against teeth to grind out the sound. . . && a more idyllic scene floats around her muddled mind: ( ❛ he’s Pennywise the DANCING clown ! now why couldn’t he have done just that ? ❜ ) — thoughts to distract the vicious torment.
lucky tendons, untouched by bad intentions, pulled at her cheeks to crack an ill-defined smile. ❝ i-if I didn’t kn-n-know any b-better, I’d think th-that you’re intrigued. ❞ what a stretch. a tilt of her head, black blood-matted curls peeling off dirtied cheek, half-lidded gaze meeting crazed. quivering lips break the smile, about to speak— but the sudden grip and slow twist cuts her off. out of every act, this one frightened her the most ❝ P-Penny ! Roberttt ! wh-why don’t we talk for a m-mo-moment, ye-y-yeah ? that’d b-be nice ! wh-what’s even th-the point of rippin’ me apart if ya c-can’t even e-eat me ? ❞ that was just an assumption. she’d say anything to save her skin at this point.
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