Captured…

Her fractured hands hit the frosted glass hard. Her foam-crusted mouth emitted a deep eerie howl. Her too-cherry lips kissed the glass, moaning and splitting open old bloody cracks. Why were they keeping her here, naked and alone? And when could she have all her teeth back?…

© kym darkly

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