Welcome to your worst nightmare

She was gasping at the overwhelming sensations flooding her body. Thank goodness he had let go of her, that had been one straw too many. But oxygen burned going through her lungs, the table beneath her felt like an anthill. Everything was too strong, too bright, too awful. She was openly weeping, and an absolute mess. Her mouth was moving, mouthing begging, pleading words that didn’t leave her lips.

She didn’t notice when he returned until he was poking something into her leg. She tried out at the pain of it. Feeling the injector enter her skin, feeling the warmth of fluid hit her veins… and then things started to slow down again. She was still panting, breathing heavily, but the overwhelming part of her sensors started to dim. She still couldn’t move, she wished like hell she could move.

Now, she could feel Azrael’s paw against her side. His fur soft against hers as she felt that brush against her. Almost tender. Her body was still heightened, but no longer to an excruciating degree. She had to answer him, she had to make her brain and mouth work. “S-s-s-soft. S-s-kin crawling.” his touch revolted her, and she hated the high intensity in which she could feel it. Full sentences were beyond her, everything was too big and awful.


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