The weight and force of Silver split Phoebe down her center. She fell back into the grass under the tilted cypress and he tore out of her like a bullet. Paw, head, chest, other paw.

She should have knelt, then her ass wouldn’t be hurting. Silver shook his head, blinded by the sudden light. He took quick breaths of all the scents around him. Then he turned to face her. Licking his skeletal maw, he began to advance, stalking in her direction.

Image: Silver hunched over and looking towards Phoebe, who is sitting sprawled on the grass in the shadow of the tilted cypress' roots. She is completely nude and blood is running down her front. She is looking back at him angrily. End description.

"Oh no, no, stop," Phoebe chided. Silver obeyed, his black eye sockets peering at her with curiosity. She wondered if he was only waiting because she was cornered against the roots of the giant tree. Blood oozed out of her, running down between her legs and quickly going cold on her skin and, yeah, that didn't exactly feel wrong. She touched the wound; parts of it were already knitting shut, but she slipped a few fingers inside until she felt heat again.

Image: Phoebe looks away from Silver as she dips a few fingers into her gaping wound. End description.

At the same time, all the anger that had been simmering inside her finally had a body to be directed at. "When you killed that guy you weren't doing it to help me, were you. You only killed him because you liked it."

Phoebe remembered one of their one-sided "conversations" when Silver was detained in the garage, when he'd all but confirmed that he enjoyed making others suffer. She'd been remembering it a lot lately.

(And a voice in her head said: But you freed him anyways.)

Silver was silent for a moment, then he chuffed.

(And that man was lying dead right there and you weren't bothered. It bothered you so little that you forgot about it the moment this monster climbed on top of you.)



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05.14.2025
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