"It's hard to believe that any sort of life really exists. So much of it is wasted on doubts and regret and depression - there is no real reason to keep breathing . . . And yet, so many still do. Pride and stubbornness can be one drive . . . But imagine the release, how sweet that would be . . . Where are you dear . . ? I need your answer.

The woman was gargantuan. Everything about her was huge: her lips, eyes, nose, ears, even her height was huge. The crown she wore atop her head was almost too big for her, but it somehow sat there balanced, complimenting her royal attire beautifully. Her blood-red gown flowed out behind her and the skirt was decorated with countless frills that ended in black lace around the hem. Gryffon could do nothing more but stare at the creature, almost too horrifying to look at, but too entrapping to look away from. She looked like a queen, like someone he should bow down to despite her physical appearance. He was almost compelled to, and he probably would have, if he wasn't already on the ground, balancing on his knees and toes, ready to leap away.

The woman stared at him, or at least it looked like she did. Her pupils didn't seem to look in the same direction, as if her eyes belonged to separate heads and could watch two places at once. "I didn't hear your answer, dear," the sweet voice drawled again as the queen-like figure moved her lips in a speaking fashion. How could such a beautiful sound come out of something so horrifying?

"They're going to get me . . . I need to run, I need to . . . " Gryffon tilted his head toward the rabbit at his side as the large rodent did the same thing. It was squeaking, speaking . . ? "Oh n-no . . . Oh no, no, no!" It cowered and pawed at its face, scratching itself and skinning itself. Gryffon glared as its claws hooked into its eyes and pulled, each forepaw pulling at the eyeballs, pulling them out of their sockets. Slowly it managed to gauge its eyes out, while screaming the entire time, letting out icy screeches.

Five fingers clamped around the rabbit and that's when it really screamed. It was high-pitched, strangled, and soaked in the purest agony Gryffon had never imagined he'd hear. He was forced to press his palms against his ears to try to block out the sound, but it only grew louder and louder! And every second that passed, the colors that surrounded them deepened in color, quickly giving off a fluorescent glow that reflected off the queen. Gryffon, hands still against his head, hesitantly brought his eyes up to the woman who stood now, towering above him, at a height of thirty feet. She glowered down at him, her plump lips pulled down in a frown as she pulled the rabbit closer to her face. "You are in the way," she complained, loud enough to penetrate through the animal's screaming. The queen opened her mouth, allowing the many different colors to reflect off of each fang, before she set them delicately over the rabbit's center back.

"Are you ready?" Nothing but yelping and struggling and sobs answered the queen. The annoyance was visible in her eyes, and Gryffon wanted nothing more but to get up and move out of the way while she was occupied with the rodent. But he couldn't move. Something was holding him down and wasn't allowing him to move; even his eyes, even they were glued to the queen, and he couldn't tell if it was literally or if he just felt too close for comfort. "Fine.

A terrible crunch finished the single word off and the girl's screams were silenced. A loud thud landed in front of Gryffon, and finally he was allowed to tear his glare away from the queen's head.

BOOM

Two legs attached to what was left of a torso is what Gryffon saw; a very bloody torso with the remaining fibers of a corset and the last few fluffy pieces of fur. The colorful lights seemed to fade and the figure in front of him was soon too obscured by dark light, Gryffon couldn't see it anymore.

A deep growl snapped him awake, and with the snarl, the lights burst into life again, stronger, in a pulsing fashion.

Thmmp
Thmmp
Thmmp

"No," he gasped, his fingers curling into his hair. "Aaah!" Gryffon pulled at his curls, tearing at them, wanting to rip his hair out, wanting to tear into himself. He couldn't feel anything but this irrational need to kill, to dismember something, anything! He wanted to just . . . he just wanted to bite into something, his hands wanted to dig into something.

"Are you ready?"

Gryffon's eyes flashed open and he came face-to-face with a much shorter queen, just a smidgen taller than him it seemed. Her skin was translucent, and whatever part of her skin that was visible was tattooed with what he could only identify as hearts.

With every thmmp he felt, the hearts over her body swelled, giving the illusion that they were in sync. Another growl echoed behind him, causing him to tense. The muscles along his back rippled and struck each other, reminding him of the gash that ran down his spine and he whimpered in pain.

"Are you ready?" the queen demanded with a stomp of her foot. The ground beneath him shattered and he dropped to his knees. Wind whipped his hair, mane, and tail back, making him feel like he was falling until the illusion faded and he was left with the sensation of crashing against the glass tiles again. He groaned and rolled back onto his feet, just barely making it up to his feet before the queen swiped at him."Kill the intruder!" she screeched, the sweet facade being replaced by something else entirely.

The single growl turned into several and he felt like he was trapped against the wall once more. It was him, the corner, and the beasts that bared their fangs at him. Gryffon stumbled back as far as he could, and when his palms brushed the wall, he let them search it in their own trembling, fearful way. Gryffon could feel his lip quivering, but he couldn't stop the pain, he couldn't stop his heavy breathing, and he couldn't find a way to stop his heart.

Thmmp
Thmmp
Thmmp

It was getting old, getting tiring to hear. He was tired. He was already so done and he could swear it was still just the first day . . . How much more of this could he do? Gryffon leaned his head back in the hopes of just sinking to the ground and allowing the mutts to eat him, but only empty air met his back.

The colors all faded and the only thing he knew for what seemed like forever was thorough darkness. He couldn't feel anything, couldn't hear anything, couldn't see, couldn't feel anything . . . Did the mutts get him? Was he just torn open like he wanted? Whatever happened, he'd be perfectly content if he never opened his eyes again.