Random Wren

[taraswd]

"This is where I died," Wren said, using a faux jason/red hood voice. "Every time I come here, I could swear I can still hear the sounds of a metal bat hitting a bag of meat. Like its in the walls. Not the screams or the pleading but the sound of him hitting me. Again and again and again. Tenderizing me." She sneered. "Breaking my ribs, my bones, pulverizing my body. I tried to reach out, trip him up but he stepped on my hand. Squishing. Stomping it. Turning my hand to pudding. Bashing my ribs in. Snapping my legs. Kicking and hitting and hitting and kicking. I thought it'd go on forever. I couldn't even scream or cry or beg for my life. Everything was the pain. Then he dropped the bat. I could hear it clatter away. I thought it was over. That it was done..."

"Then I smelled the gasoline," Red Hood continued softly. His voice blended with Wren's as she said the same thing.