Her skin burned as the thick and sharp nails ripped through the thin layers of skin, that was once a nice brown by quickly turning pale as the blood poured from her arm and into the buckets that sat beneath her; they were draining her dry and there was nothing she could, she could only let it happen.
Her head pounded as her heart seemed to jump its way up her throat; her lungs seemed to find their own claws and tried to pull at the back of her tongue, they tried to push themselves past her heart so they could find the air they needed, but there wasn't enough, there was never enough; and they only wanted more and more, and they could never get enough.
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