It was like a really good horror movie, the kind even the Oscars acknowledged. One of those horror movies that goes beyond regular blood and guts and is horrible in its beauty, touches on some chord that resonates throughout. Jane watches, rapt, as the girl man? chants, as she they? cries, watches the bargaining and brutality, familiar emotion rising inside of her like a crescendo.
She reaches out (for the girl or the man?), hand searching for cloth or skin, something she can grip to pull them to her, to comfortstop them.
"What are you doing?" she screams, adrenaline spiking in her veins. "Why?"
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man?chants, as shethey?cries, watches the bargaining and brutality, familiar emotion rising inside of her like a crescendo.She reaches out (for the girl or the man?), hand searching for cloth or skin, something she can grip to pull them to her, to
comfortstopthem."What are you doing?" she screams, adrenaline spiking in her veins. "Why?"