[Do you Wanna Know How It Feels?]

Thursday, three days in…


Larch had never bothered to release her from the leather restraints keeping her arms tied down. In fact, he really hadn’t bothered with Pippa at all since relieving her of the pinky finger on her left hand. It was if he was content to simply let her become part of the room’s décor. She was an object. A thing.

She was in shock.

Pippa stared blankly at her hand, unable to connect the bloody wound and missing digit to anything relating to herself. She saw it, but it wasn’t real. Not to her, not any more. She’d stare, she’d drift off into unconsciousness, she’d dream.

Pippa would wake up screaming.

This process continued for hours, until she was too weak to manage the screams. It was full-body shuddering as her head lay on the table. She ignored the pain in her ribs as her torso pressed into the hard edge of the flat surface. She didn’t realize that her feet were numb. Had no way of knowing that her hand wasn’t hurting due largely to tendon and nerve damage.

Occasionally, she would close her eyes and whisper one word: Ro.