Post fifty-one [all i wanted to say was, "I love you and I'm not afraid"~]
[She'd done what she told Hypnos she would, went and found some people. Hebe, and a few others, all gathered in a room. It didn't take a genius to see that with the amount of people they had they'd need more supplies, and Pasithea was feeling restless anyway so she volunteered to raid some of the other rooms.
It had been all lit up inside the hotel when she'd left the room, so she didn't think anything of going out without a weapon. She'd managed to gather some extra pillows and sheets, and even some snacks, when the lights all went out. Using her cell phone like a flashlight, she scanned along the wall checking room numbers. She was so fixated on finding the right room that she didn't even notice when her light passed over the older man with the feral grin. In fact, she had practically walked past him when she felt a hand gripping her hair. Ernest Hermann had found his next victim, and he wasn't letting her go. Using her hair like a tether, he decided the best way to teach Pasithea a lesson she wouldn't soon forget would be to introduce her to a few of the mirrored wall sconces decorating the hallway - head first.
She managed to land a good hit or two, but it wasn't enough against his strength. Bleeding, with shards of glass glittering in her hair and embedded in her forehead and cheeks, he dragged her still-twitching form over to a flight of stairs. Pulling her up by her throat, he muttered something she didn't quite understand about this being what she deserved before dropping her in a crumpled heap at his feet. She coughed feebly, his foot meeting her sternum with a sickening crack as he launched her down the staircase, laughing all the while.]
It had been all lit up inside the hotel when she'd left the room, so she didn't think anything of going out without a weapon. She'd managed to gather some extra pillows and sheets, and even some snacks, when the lights all went out. Using her cell phone like a flashlight, she scanned along the wall checking room numbers. She was so fixated on finding the right room that she didn't even notice when her light passed over the older man with the feral grin. In fact, she had practically walked past him when she felt a hand gripping her hair. Ernest Hermann had found his next victim, and he wasn't letting her go. Using her hair like a tether, he decided the best way to teach Pasithea a lesson she wouldn't soon forget would be to introduce her to a few of the mirrored wall sconces decorating the hallway - head first.
She managed to land a good hit or two, but it wasn't enough against his strength. Bleeding, with shards of glass glittering in her hair and embedded in her forehead and cheeks, he dragged her still-twitching form over to a flight of stairs. Pulling her up by her throat, he muttered something she didn't quite understand about this being what she deserved before dropping her in a crumpled heap at his feet. She coughed feebly, his foot meeting her sternum with a sickening crack as he launched her down the staircase, laughing all the while.]