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>Hooks, ropes, chains, all manner of lengths rising endlessly into a blood-red sky. A woman's high and mocking laughter followed your every step.
A field of fishhooks and intestinal ropes hung from the very top of the sky. You were running, running, as fast and as far as you could without getting caught and torn apart.
Under your feet, biting at your heels, was a living shadow, flickering as if it were made of flame. With every step you took, the wildfire followed and there was a haunting echo of hysterical laughter...
There was no destination. You just had to escape. You ran for miles and miles across a blasted and cracked landscape of dark stone. The sky hummed with electricity and everything was drenched in the deep taste and color of blood.
Then there was a tremendous clap of thunder and the world swelled up obscenely and you tumbled forward like a puppet with her strings cut.
You were shot in the back. All you could do was look at the useless stump where your left leg used to be. Something warm and wet was flowing out of your side.
The shadow loomed over you, and then all you could see was this terrible, triumphant smile as your entire world went black.
You pause before writing the next bit. Even though you remember the words as clear as a waking conversation... ugh. But because you are a good girl and diligent notetaker, you continue writing with great reluctance.