(Adelaide & The Devil)
She woke choking. Not on smoke. Not on dirt. But on silence. A thick, unnatural quiet that felt pressed in around her like a hand over her mouth.
Her body jolted upright before her mind caught up—hands clawing blindly at the air as a raw, panicked shout ripped from her throat. The room responded with a soft echo, swallowing her voice whole. The sound came back to her smaller, thinner, like even her fear had to bow here.
Adelaide froze.
Her breaths came fast, too shallow, ribs scraping painfully with each inhale. Her heart slammed against her chest, the memory of teeth sinking into her neck flashing through her mind with brutal clarity. Heat, pressure, the sick shock of pleasure laced through agony—her body remembered even where her brain refused to look.
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