[Warning: Omniscient POV]
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The forest had gone deathly silent.
Violet laid in the dirt, her body broken beyond recognition, her mind fragmenting into pieces that no longer fit together properly. Blood pooled beneath her, dark and thick, mixing with the soil.
Her remaining arm twitched uselessly at her side. The jagged torn gap where her shoulder and arm had been continued to pour out blood in rhythmic spurts that matched her failing heartbeat.
She should have been dead already.
Perhaps she was, and this was simply the final firing of neurons before complete shutdown. Maybe this was what dying felt like, a slow dissolution of self, thought by thought, until nothing remained but meat and bone.
'What kind of sick game is this?'
The thought surfaced through the haze of pain with surprising clarity.
'What cruel, twisted entity looked at my life and decided, yes, this one deserves more suffering?'
