[ to............. give worship to the goddess or whatever SHE DOESN'T KNOW HOW YOUR GOD MAGIC SHIT WORKS!!!!!!!
also
that fucks. it's on a whole not that different, and don watches in interest as the bone creaks out. wow. more gruesome than what they go through, but not by much. she rests back on her hands and watches a poor man really fucking go through it.
she's got just the thing to get his mind off it. ]
Once, I found myself nearly dead after being struck by an explosion I threw myself into the wake of to protect my fellows. My back felt on fire, both from the explosion itself as well as the flesh and bone exposed by the blast, and I nearly screamed! But I could not, for I had been woefully impaled upon a pillar from my stomach up through my mouth, and I could very well feel the blood beginning to fill my lungs as others talked around me. It was a most unpleasant experience, and the reversal of it was not particular painless after they had removed me from the pillar itself.
[ she speaks very matter-of-fact about it though, owing to her experience. ]
Each bit of my back returned to me as if it were reluctant to do so, the blood far too quick on its own trip back to my veins cause a most awful feeling of drowning, for a bit -- I have experienced it here now, so I am aware of what the feeling is like -- not to mention the return to consciousness! Near-fainted I had been, all of me had wished for delightful numbness, but the damage I sustained to my back had not enough of a blessing for such a thing. It was a faster recovery than what I am seeing now, however.
cw explicit mentions of death
also
that fucks. it's on a whole not that different, and don watches in interest as the bone creaks out. wow. more gruesome than what they go through, but not by much. she rests back on her hands and watches a poor man really fucking go through it.
she's got just the thing to get his mind off it. ]
Once, I found myself nearly dead after being struck by an explosion I threw myself into the wake of to protect my fellows. My back felt on fire, both from the explosion itself as well as the flesh and bone exposed by the blast, and I nearly screamed! But I could not, for I had been woefully impaled upon a pillar from my stomach up through my mouth, and I could very well feel the blood beginning to fill my lungs as others talked around me. It was a most unpleasant experience, and the reversal of it was not particular painless after they had removed me from the pillar itself.
[ she speaks very matter-of-fact about it though, owing to her experience. ]
Each bit of my back returned to me as if it were reluctant to do so, the blood far too quick on its own trip back to my veins cause a most awful feeling of drowning, for a bit -- I have experienced it here now, so I am aware of what the feeling is like -- not to mention the return to consciousness! Near-fainted I had been, all of me had wished for delightful numbness, but the damage I sustained to my back had not enough of a blessing for such a thing. It was a faster recovery than what I am seeing now, however.