JustAnAuthor
The only thing to fear is fear itself.
She grabbed the couch tightly, her knuckles white from the tightness of her grip. This pain was unbearable, she couldn't handle much longer of this. She felt her shirt that was sticky and stuck to her torso by blood being pried of her ripped skin; going through a pattern if whimpering and screaming.
She felt disinfectant being sprayed on her torso, her stomach completely sunken in with her ribs showing gravely under her skin; she continued to cry in agony.
She felt disinfectant being sprayed on her torso, her stomach completely sunken in with her ribs showing gravely under her skin; she continued to cry in agony.