>>49172734 She drank from it, Deeply, thirstily, But for some reason, some strange reason, no matter how much of it slid down her throat, no matter how slow she lapped it up, no matter how much she swished it around in her mouth before swallowing,,,
it just didn’t satisfy her thirst,
Her throat ached for something to drink even as the entire bowl of water, l-ick~ed clean far too soon, *sat* in her stomach like roadkill that her body was really dragging its feet on digesting,
The bird’s eyes crinkled again,
Smug, self-satisfactory, *Sick* “When you can’t take it anymore, call my name,”
“Fuck you, Let me go,”
The bird walked to the left and opened the door, He didn’t look back as it closed behind him,
,,,
She was weak, Weak and thirsty,
,,,very, very thirsty, It hurt, It hurt like her memories and her body did,
,,,
“Please.”
Her voice was soft, Cracked, She didn’t want to say his name,
“Please...”
Unbidden, the words came back to her, Her mind wanted her to drink, to be satisfied, to -live-,
“Call my name when you can’t take it anymore,”
,,,
“Please, Articuno.” Her voice cracked, Her throat burned and her tone was soft, barely above conversational volume,
, , ,
The door opened again, and the one she had called for entered, Touching her stomach, the wing of her captor drew down her fur to one of her straps, which instantly melted into the same ice water as earlier,
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