Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-25924729-20160323075921

Music was her life. Estelle loved the feeling of ivory keys and polished brass in her hands, creating elegant rhythms and melodies with every stroke or breath...

Knowing that it would all be stripped away in a few seconds terrified her. more than anything, she wanted to scream, kick, pull her hand away and refuse. But the sight of Lyko dangling limply behind steeled her resolve, if it meant saving him, her finger was a small price to pay.

Reluctantly, she closed her eyes, whimpering a little, waiting for the pain to come...

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"Estelle.... you little bitch..." Lyko gasped under his breath, struggling to stay conscious. ''Can't you see i'm taking the hit for you? Why'd you draw attention to yourself again?!''

The word spun, not just from swinging on the chain. Everything was a red blur, and saying his arm hurt like hell would be a severe understatement. He tried to move it, again, came a sickening crack and grind.

The bone weren't broken, more like completely shattered, small fragments of black charred skin and flesh covered them, smelling horrifyingly like grilled beef. It would be a miracle if Lyko could ever use that arm again.

Lyko craned his neck, blinking away tears and blood, compelled by her pitiful sobs to watch his girlfriend suffer in his place. It felt absolutely shitty, knowing he brought this mess on her, and was helpless to get her out of it.

Through the haze, his ears pricked, and he heard a distant sound, like a dog's sharp bark. Only once, and very vague.'' Bucky? No. It's just an illusion... ''Having hope would only make the suffering harder to bear. Noone's coming for us...