[ her voice is - over there. somewhere. it's quiet enough that he can't pinpoint it, but there's only so many places a bleeding girl can hide.
he makes his way toward where he assumes she must be, slowly. ]
Better iron. [ steel, preferably. he shifts his grip on the cleaver, just in case. ] Bigger traps. Mortar that doesn't turn into dust in a couple weeks.
[ revenge. destroyed memories. other things maggots can't create in this place, and probably never could. ]
no subject
he makes his way toward where he assumes she must be, slowly. ]
Better iron. [ steel, preferably. he shifts his grip on the cleaver, just in case. ] Bigger traps. Mortar that doesn't turn into dust in a couple weeks.
[ revenge. destroyed memories. other things maggots can't create in this place, and probably never could. ]
Hard liquor.
[ well. that's one exception. ]