Bea Delaine
Sugary Sweet Sadist
Elena looked up numbly. The wooden floorboards turning to dust and then reattaching themselves into original form in a pulsing motion. Too calm almost. She watched the bird and slowly stood up, nothing in her mind, grabbing for anything to distract.
She started walking towards the small bird. Expression blank. With every step a thin veil of dust lifted from the wood, leaving her foot imprints. She reached a hand toward it and followed down the corridor without thought.
She started walking towards the small bird. Expression blank. With every step a thin veil of dust lifted from the wood, leaving her foot imprints. She reached a hand toward it and followed down the corridor without thought.