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SHARDS, SHREDS, SCRAPS
Burn
by Sade Lyrate

She smiles, his fingers failing to obey him and press down the trigger.
Eyes cold, unblinking, her voice distant and daunting.

"You're drowning."

And he is. There's nothing but water around him, dark and deep and endless. Pressing against him from all sides, his lungs burning for air that just isn't there.

Panic paces, rears, pounces on his heart with an iron grip, tearing an opening for despair.

No.

It's a trick, his mind whispers. You're in the cabin, about to salt and burn the bitch's bones.

It's real, his body answers. You're deep in a nightly lake, about to drown alone.