voice ♦ twenty-one
[ there's not a single sound on this entry, eerily enough. dried blood cakes around this sole page which appears crisped, as if burnt, and torn around, crumpled by misuse. sounds are heard, but in the distance--pacing feet across a heavy door, muffled engine sounds wafting through the sole window. the wind would be enough to have the page roll across the room and stick to the wall in a magnificent end run, but it's glued to the floor because of the blood. doesn't it seem like a little too much?
after a while however, there's the sound of someone taking a deep breath, before shakily exhaling. what? yeah, someone just got his vital signs back whoo. but that's not all; a few seconds later and there's a loud, pained (manly) scream which is quickly followed by a heavy voice ordering to shut the hell up!.
it dies down. there's shuffling close to the page and pained groans, strangled gasps as words are unable to be uttered. it's not a good start of this experimenting crap for one bitchy girlyboy.
no words, just.. pained sounds all over the place, what sounds like cracking and breaking accompanying the louder yelps of pain, whoever keeping guard making a point of kicking at the door now and then when the sounds of protest are too much. totally unaware the world is aware of his pathetic little submission to pain getout. ]
after a while however, there's the sound of someone taking a deep breath, before shakily exhaling. what? yeah, someone just got his vital signs back whoo. but that's not all; a few seconds later and there's a loud, pained (manly) scream which is quickly followed by a heavy voice ordering to shut the hell up!.
it dies down. there's shuffling close to the page and pained groans, strangled gasps as words are unable to be uttered. it's not a good start of this experimenting crap for one bitchy girlyboy.
no words, just.. pained sounds all over the place, what sounds like cracking and breaking accompanying the louder yelps of pain, whoever keeping guard making a point of kicking at the door now and then when the sounds of protest are too much. totally unaware the world is aware of his pathetic little submission to pain getout. ]