Routine Four:
I
She wakes in her bed in the morning light, with sweat-soaked skin, and harsh breathing, and she still hears the whispers.
Hears the clock, chiming once.
Twice.
Thrice.
And four times.
Chrissy sobs.
"Please, please make it stop-"
He croons to her. He sees she's more delicate than He thought, that she's so fucking broken inside He can make her match outside easily. Lazily, almost leisurely, he takes her to his world of rot and red again.
She screams.
She really tries to run.
She's broken outside again as He strikes in her room, some boredom at the easy prey she becomes.
Chinadoll Chrissy, Cheerleader Humpty Dumpty, and not even all the King's men can put her together again.
